From The Deep…

I haven’t tortured you with a poem in awhile…happy Monster Monday!

“She rises from the deep
Black of eyes,
Hair of red
Claiming bodies and souls
As she rises from the dead

Spawning from deep on the ocean floor
Where her body lays no more
She comes up to feed,
then goes back to the deep
In her soul there is only darkness,
Bitter from her drowning demise
She comes for those who tell their lies

She was cold hearted before
But now there is only evil that awaits on the ocean floor
Only when she claims enough souls
Can she stay on the surface
Then her evil will lay before us
She must be destroyed
This evil can not walk the land
There will only be blood upon the sand

She dreams of revenge
For her untimely end
Racking up the bodies
Taking them where the water is murky
Only one thing will stop her reign of terror
Finding those that let her sink to the bottom forever….”


Poem by me titled From the Deep

Art the Crimson Mistress

It’s the Great Pumpkin Bigfoot!

It’s a great pumpkin bigfoot

Look all around

There are leaves and acorns hitting the ground

The breeze is blowing

I can smell Autumn in the air

It’s the absolute best time of year

Your brown hair will blend right in out there

I won’t know where the tree ends and you begin

But that’s okay

I’ll enjoy it either way

Pumpkin spice and apple pie

Can you taste it already?

My oh my

But watch out for hunters

Listen for odd sounds

I don’t want to see one of you laying around

It’s a great pumpkin bigfoot

And I can’t wait

I’ll be roaming the forest with you

Consider it a date

Squatching is the best in the fall

I love the sound of crunching though leaves under my feet

Jumping each time an acorn hits close

Some times out there the wind sounds like a ghost

I’m hoping I’ll see you there enjoying your day

But enjoy the season if you plan on migrating away

I’ll be staying right here

I’d take fall in New England over anywhere else, any day…

Little Girls Dreams

“A little girl with big big dreams

Who knows this world isn’t what it seems

There is magic in the forest

Magic from when the earth was young

There is magic all around

There may be a being walking next to you while you stroll downtown

And In all those spaces in between

Where only a select few have seen

There are creatures of the night

Creatures remaining out of sight

There is magic inside you too

You just need to open the door

The door in your mind that lets you see the unseen… and believe”

On the Prowl


On the Prowl…
Time to run I can feel the shift
I had to chase him away
Now I have to repair the rift
I’m on the prowl for him now
I’m going to howl for him to hear
This wolf knows there is a mate near
He can’t hide from me,
He will be found
I chased him away
So he would never know
That’s It’s not just me in here
I share a soul
I’m hunting now
full moons were made for teeth
and claws and sin
Forget all you know
and let me in
You can howl with me too
I promise I’ll take care of you
Hold still and it will only sting
Then you’ll shift and your new life will begin…

Art by Benjamin Russell

Tales of The Seas…#1

According to The New York Evening Post, In August of 1805, sailors came across a sea creature on their sail in the waters between Ontario Canada and New York. It was described as having the body of a snake with horns on its head. It was said to move its body quickly, and curled it was at least 18 feet. Curled? 18 feet? 😱 And in the Atlantic Ocean? They told The New York Evening Post that it raced them back to shore.

“With the swiftness of an arrow, It darted towards them, and they discovered It to be a monster in the form of a snake. They were dreadfully frightened” they told the Post. Who wouldn’t be?
It continued reading…
“It contracted itself into a spiral form, which they judged to be nearly eighteen feet in diameter , From the centre of the curl, the head projected across the folds, lying even with the surface of the water, and, apparently its circumference was almost as large as a hogshead ; the mouth frighttully large, and aspect terrible. The length, as it appeared above the water, they judged to be about 150 feet. Quick it changed its course and went after another vessel, which had left Kingston around the same time as themselves, bound for Niagara, and when it was out of sight for the moment they raced to shore. The men understood that the Indians have frequently seen the same creature. They were told once it had attempted to pick a man out of a schooner, that the man saved himself by jumping into the cabin. A number of boats have been lost out here and some were destroyed, they believe by this mysterious creature…”


Transcribed from:
From the New York Evening Post
Wednesday August, 21st 1805
I hope everyone had a great day. Mine was crazy busy sorry for the late posting…
Have an awesome evening!

I’m a Monster…

Monster
I did it, do I become the monster now
I found the courage And i thought only a monster would know how
I found it, the knife was just lying there
My ears rung, like a thousand crows were cawing away In there
I found him…
as always sitting in the chair
I came at him…
I swallowed all my doubts and fears
He’s just lying there…
and now his blood is everywhere
I can’t come clean…
my hands are stained red,
what If I’m seen?
is this all in my mind?
Or am I the monster now…
It doesn’t matter why I grabbed the knife
I’m the monster now…
just maybe a different kind….

Happy Monster Monday!

Hunger…

“We are not so different you and I

We both need the blood to survive

Yours flowing through your veins

Mine from what I suck out of your remains

Hunter and the prey

You just didn’t think you’d be the meal today

Still I only take what I need

Your kind take it all with hungry greed

I have left behind your soul

So you can decide where it goes

It is still pure I’ve touched no part

I only want the blood being pumped by your heart

Such beauty, I was conflicted wanting to let you live

But had I not you would have taken more than I’m prepared to give

So my human feast

You were worthy of this beast

And Ill take no more from you then I need

But could your humanity say they same were I to be the one to concede?”