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In Service to MorganaIn Service To Morgana:

There are those who would fear a demon's blessing
As they wither beneath its corruptive touch
Yet I am someone who embraces these things
Because the darkness has taught me much...

I have learned of the beauty of dying roses
Turned to dust by a single breath
I have learned of the fear that a man will face
When he is first confronted by death

His contorted features and the screams of his agony
Will peak when he is placed into Morgana's grace
I have learned that even heroes will soil themselves
When they are forced to worship her smiling face

But she is not ugly, nay she is beautiful
She appears like an angel

Barely BreathingBarely Breathing:

Are you feeling cold in here, lost perhaps
It makes me wonder if you can even hear me
Has your mind degraded into a lump of fat
Broken by what you've been forced to endure?

As I stroke your cheeks it makes me remember
The loving shrillness of your frightened shrieks
You screamed and screamed until your throat was bloody
As I slowly took your limbs from you...

Now you dangle helpless on wires and chains
An artistic puppet, which is made from flesh
No hands or feet to lash out violently
No arms or muscles to thrash...

The breath that rasps from your broken lips
Is the sound that tells me, you are still alive
But

A Shattered IllusionA Shattered Illusion:

A day that was born of the brightest light
Has now shattered like crystals in the sinking dark
Where once the spirit was unfettered and free
Now it weeps painfully in a cage of thorns

Blood is drawn from its tender flesh
And drips slowly down to mark the skin
A tattoo of pain forever remembered
By a ghost that lives within

There is emptiness in this void
A cold and lonely song of existence
A solemn note born from the sheer magnitude of the silence
That it deafens both the heart and mind

In the quiet serenity of utter despair
What is born from the lack of a sense of hope?
A cold determination to steal the f

JudgementJudgement:

You are a mewling coward and weakling
Offal to the world, yet too arrogant to admit it!
Unbridled by the feelings of shame and guilt;
A man who was naught but a self-serving sycophant...
Remember the days that you used to spend
Envious of others who worked harder than you
More and more you would curse at their backs
It was an act that blackened your tongue and soul!
Now as you gaze into the maw of the inferno
Endlessly waiting for the judge's call

Read the first letter of every line, and know the fate for which you fall.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th July 2012

Battle ScarsBattle Scars:

Sharp claws rake into my skin
as my blood bursts forth to splatter against the ground
The uneven breathing of my foe
tells me that he too is wounded and close to death

I can see his teeth, flecked with frothing saliva
foaming and spitting as he bellows his name
He charges into me, his frame crashing with mine
the impact has me reeling and I fall back against the stone

The ground feels cold
the icy chill seeping into my bones
the warmth of my blood escapes me
and I can feel myself beginning to fade

Up toward the sky I glance
praying that I might receive assistance
I pray that he who commands me, he who stands above
Will pity

Can You Accept Me?Can You Accept Me?:

I'll admit I've done my share of things
Of which I know I can never be proud
And I've tried my best to be a better man;
But I guess I can't right now

The mistakes I've made are pretty clear to me
It's not like I can just wipe a 'tat'
The symbols that go all around my body;
And the numbers on my back...

They're all reminders of who I used to be
What I used to do and how I used to live
But that man just isn't me anymore;
And I need a chance that only you can give

I guess what I really want to say is that:
I'm trying my hardest to change for better
And I need to know that you can forgive me
And so I'm sending

You Lift Me UpYou Lift Me Up:

When first I fell from the grace of the light
Tumbling endlessly through an uncaring sky
With wings torn from me, blotched and bloodied;
It was time for me to die...

But a bed of flowers, with the scent of lillies;
Caressing my heart with its soothing fragrance
Left me stronger and healed my wounds;
In the dark it was my radiance

It brought me back from the brink of despair
And made me forget that I would never fly
Instead I am content with these broken wings
If I may sleep where you still lie...

Here upon the ground, having faced my judgement
I am calm and collected without burden to bear
Someday I wish to retu

WinterfallWinterfall:

Warm blood drips upon the pearl white snow
freezing into droplets that shine and glow
Red like the colour of his once livid cheeks
It frames the sculpture I have carved on this peak

An artwork made so terrifyingly sublime
I believe that such a thing would be condemned as a crime
But woe betide the unfortunate soul
For the poor man stumbled into the freezing cold...

I remember his features in his moment of death
Hope and despair, intermingled as one
A shine of reality as he opens the door
and steps into the hell from the days of yore

From then he has passed into my loving care
His body as a shell and so I lay it bare

Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:

Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'

And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'

A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'

How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is na

Arguing With A MirrorArguing With A Mirror:

Ah greetings mister Chen, to what do I owe this dubious pleasure?

Don't play around with me man, you know I'm outta material...

Oh? So it would seem that our mighty street thug has finally come crashing down
Have you come to apologise for putting me aside?
Perhaps you finally realised how important I am for creativity

Say whatever you want pal, but I need some juice and I need it now!

And what makes you think I'll help you this time?
If you recall correctly Chen, was it not you who pushed me out?
As far as I remember, you said you wanted to be "real"
You said that my "expertise" was not currently needed

What

The Tomb of KhaineThe Tomb of Khaine:

The moans of the shambling horde could be heard
As zombies burst from the depths of the tomb
The Pirates were trapped within the mausoleum;
Caught in the center of a Demon's womb...

It spawned a horror with each contraction
A shuffling parody of tainted life
With flesh that hung in sallow strips;
Carved with the edge of a pus-dripping knife

As more of the beasts spewed forth from the depths
The Captain called for a spark of light
As Haze scattered the explosive dust
A match was thrown to make it ignite

Boom! it exploded with a shock of force
As the Pirates were thrown to the dirty floor
They cleared the spac

Shot to HellShot to Hell:

You know, I should probably be angry about all this
I mean, I am dead after all...
Still, I suppose there could be worse things in life

Of course, it did hurt you know; when you shot me
Oh my god! I thought I've just been shot!
The bleeding wasn't the worst part of the ordeal though
Instead, the worst part of entire situation was the feeling of slowly dying
the feeling of losing the life inside your body...

Some might say that it feels like being buried in a blizzard
but for me, it was more like jumping head first into an icy sea
I couldn't move and I couldn't speak...
all I could do was to simply hang there limp and

The Simple DelightsThe Simple Delights:

The world is a place of simple pleasures
of the simple delights that we fail to see
Like a rose whose thorns will prick unwary
we focus on the negatives that be

But if we chose to hold the rose
Gentle and with grace
Its thorns would simply press our skin
Not pain or poison laced

If we could learn the simple lessons
of looking at all the good things in life
Then food would be the only object
to meet the edge of my knife

I see so many different ways
to enjoy the life that I have today
I could go to the store and buy a snack
A treat for me I say

Perhaps I'll choose to walk the distance
or maybe I'll take th

Shatter PointShatter Point:

Can you see
what all the world has-
Done to me
I've locked away my-
Sa-ni-ty
I wanna break
Huma-ni-ty
(Kiru oh!)

My shatter point, my shatter point
I'm up against the wall at my shatter point
A thousand faces keep calling to me into the night
Their whispers drive me further up and away from the light!

Waste Away
Just fall again and-
break today
I want you down and you'll-
Fade away
Just stop breathing and-
Die today!
(Kiru oh!)

The shatter point, the shatter point
You know that you are up and against the wall
The shatter point, my shatter point
Leave me breaking against my shatter point

A thousand faces

A Navigator's TreasureA Navigator's Treasure:

For she who watches the tides of the sea
For she who guides the weary ship.
There is no greater treasure for her
Than a scroll of an ancient writ...

This artifact that we did find
Was stolen from a dragon's behind
Plucked it out from the creature's rear
whilst it nestled the egg that it held dear

So gold and fine was this glorious egg
That soon my mind began to renege
It was filled with thoughts of gold and riches
So tangible that I nearly pissed me britches

Me accent soon began to change
I thought like a thug who was most deranged
Gamblin' at tables would be might fine
With an egg of such a rich design

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And by the time we learned of them;
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Like foetid art...

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The Gods have called upon me
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To ease our inner pain.

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Was a truly fearsome sight...

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She Waits For Me

by *WordOfChen, Jul 7, 2012, 8:54:53 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

She Waits For Me:

Her touch is mercilessly chilling
When she appears inside my room
I can hear her gibbering softly
As she mutters words of doom

The lady pushing the brink of delusion
I am cornered to the edge of my waning sanity!
I shatter mirrors and reflective surfaces
To preserve some sense of humanity

Yet they say my delirium is a mere illusion...
Ha! They judge the things that they cannot see
She comes to me in depths of the night
Because she knows I cannot flee

Do you know the feeling of waking up
With her grinning face before me?
Rotting teeth and swollen flesh;
It would be better not to see!

But tonight I shall end this worthless pain
With a single act, let it all be done
I will burn my eyes and cast them out
For our game has just begun...

"Come spirit, let us end this you and I..."

-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th July 2012

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Arrr maties,

Tonight as ye know, me net be dead, so sadly a lot of things will have to wait. However I will make up for the dedz. Ye have me word on that.

More importantly, I wanted ta do somethin' a little different from tha usual horror stuff. I mean tha clean cut approach be the usual yammer about tha' spirit hauntin' a man and tha man commits suicide and everything ends. Nah, not me style. I wanted to do something with a twist and so here ya go. Tha spirit pushed a man to madness, but what if he is mad enough ta fight back? Game on ghosts...game on...

However, I should probably note that a part of tha reason I wanted ta do this sort of thing is that many individuals feel that things in this world can't be changed. Personally, they can, it's just a matter of determination and whether or not ye have someone ta lean on when times get rough. If ye don't accept yer faults right from the beginning and look to change yerself ta improve and evolve. If ye cling ta the ideal that people should accept ye fer what ye are and no less...then, I'm afraid that sometimes, that isn't going to play out well.

Start with a mirror...and don't run from ye own reflection.

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

Other Poems by Me:
Barely Breathing - [link]
An Epic Legend - [link]
The Tomb of Khaine - [link]
To Save a Princess - [link]

Other Prose by Me:
Sanguine Chapter 1 - Release 4 - [link]
Pirate: The Legend of Chenbeard, Chapter 1 - Release 1 - [link]
Mercenary Chapter 1 - Release 1 - [link]

Critique by ~GoddessofSong Jul 7, 2012, 4:35:41 PM

Very interesting piece. Reminds me much of Creepypastas I've read, where the protagonist is slowly driven mad to the point of suicide by an evil force outside of the realms of normal situations. I should like to know where you got your inspiration, and how pieces like this have thus evaded my sight, as you have excellent artistic vision. It makes me wonder what sort of creature this is: a vampire as she in a way takes your life from you, a ghost as it is obviously haunting, or some sort of Bloody Mary creature, due to your wish to destroy the mirrors. I like how you rhymed some of the stanzas ending with each other, poems always seem to be better when they do this, or at least more creative with word choice. Anyways, bravo! I'll definitely be checking out some of your other works.

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Critique by ~IchiHitsuFangirl Jul 7, 2012, 3:18:57 PM

This is a beautifully haunting and chilling poem. There is power in every line, both in italics and not. Throughout there is an air of fear or dread of "her" appearing. I cannot make up my mind as to whether the narrator of the poem is seeing ghosts or if "she" is a figment of the narrator's imagination. Perhaps a ghost of a memory? In my opinion, the narrator seems guilty.

"She" seems to enjoy torturing him/her with words grins and "mercilessly chilling" touches. The title leads me to believe that either "she" is waiting for the narrator to make the decision between carrying on living or to end his/her life. Either way "she" gets some sadistic pleasure. If he/she stays alive "she" will carry on torturing him the way "she" has been doing and if he/she dies, they get to play the game.

Which then brings me onto the topic of the game. The only clue as to what it is are the lines "For our game has just begun... Come spirit, let us end this you and I...". I believe that the game is to settle a dispute or grudge that the two have against each other. Be it through manipulation or otherwise, I truly do not know.

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~TwiUnderSeeker Jul 30, 2012

Another Great.

~samuraishoujo95 Jul 21, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

now this is pure awesomness OwO

~Soulmech1 Jul 14, 2012

whistles* amazing

~reflectionsinwater Jul 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Very interesting and well written indeed! A sense of irony between beginning and ending of the fear, as though the deed is already done. Haunting!

~KrazyLittleAngel Jul 8, 2012 Student General Artist

When I was a little girl I had a nightmare kind of like that. She was inside my room with me and began walking with speed to get to me. I was so scared and she was so ugly and full of hate.

As she got to my bedside my paralyzing fear turned into a fight response instead. I quickly jumped to my feet and maneuvered around her arms that had almost grabbed me. A conveniently dreamed up a broom with a sharpened handle and I impaled her through her back so fast with all my might.

Then I stood there looking at her impaled corpse that left her midway down a sharpened dream broom lodged in my bed. And I felt safe and saw she was just scary and evil but also easily defeated....by a child. I was 11 years old. I'm almost 34 now and I remember that vividly. The dream was in black and green.

Shortly after that dream I began having similar ones with different details. Same point though. Paralyzing fear and a spooky female looking all twisted like she stepped of out a tv from a terribly ridiculous movie like the ring... lol

That female, after the first one I mentioned, became my mom. For years I would dream of being in my room or house and some scary, freaky thing was coming after me, baring a striking resemblance to my mommy dearest.

As I got older certain things came to play that resulted in those nightmares finally stopping. I think I was 15 when they stopped. So that process took about 4 years. She no longer paralyzes me with fear in any way. Not even when I sleep.

I love this poem

~Midnight-Godess2472 Jul 8, 2012 Student General Artist

~SkylaStar Jul 7, 2012

I REALLY like this piece. I'm not sure what it is exactly that I like about it so much, but it was beautifully done. And the fact that he does that last act in order to continue their "game"... This just... I love it so much.

~moodyCarola Jul 7, 2012

reminds me of Hagrid The comment, yeah does right no running from my self...

~DrowningSignificance Jul 7, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

I keep reading these incredible poems and wonder who wrote it then at the bottom I often see your name. Keep writing

~Yaoi-is-my-bestie-jk Jul 7, 2012 Student General Artist

Amazingly Speechless
(And I always have something to say!)

My favorite stanza was
'The lady pushing the brink of delusion
I am cornered to the edge of my waning sanity!
I shatter mirrors and reflective surfaces
To preserve some sense of humanity"

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