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HerBeneath twisted vines of exceptional lies, exists a simplistic immortal who dares not speak.

Her covered eyes release an echo, one that frightens and silences the weak.

And why dost thou hide from her in the clouds, is it to bypass her howls and shrieks?

Is your fear that condensed, must you avoid her being, or are you simply one of the weak?

It does not matter, not anymore, for her immortality is dominance; thou art no more.

HumansHumans

Such heartless creatures, who learn to lie.

They do not care if you happen to die.

Only focusing on what they like best, they either forget or shun the rest.

They disgust us, they do, with their pathetic souls.

As a matter of fact their souls have left, and all that remains is a simple brain.

A brain that allows them to simply stain.

Stain the planets who were deemed sane.

Alas, the race shall hopefully fall, for nothing lasts forever, nothing at all.

Unloved AngelUnloved angel, whom I must say indeed, you look quite ethereal, though you are considered a weed.

A weed with divine power, and the ability to outthink, you can simply make the flowers wilt and shrink.

A weed with truly hypnotic eyes, that glare and pierce the dead who rise.

Creating truths that cannot be lied, how you kill so many who are frightened inside.

Painting stories and crushing all, watch them run, watch them fall.

And here you are, chained to your sins, farewell dear one, rest well within.

WeWe walk between empty mirrors, gracing those who have foreseen our lives.

We slither alongside shadows, banishing newborns from their knives.

Forsaken, our prey shriek, their joyful souls are forevermore meek.

Though, within them lies fear, a fear that we wish to seek.

Their speechless eyes wander aimlessly through our coats of despair and doom, seeing all with blind transparency except a cloud of gloom.

Our knowledge exceeds their beings, their fear is given without a fee.

Thus, always and forever shall we strike them down with glee.

MyselfThe jar of tears has fallen to pieces, lost are the memories from within the creases.

They've all abandoned me, my silent friends, our bonds have withered beyond their ends.

So predictable this scene truly was, the girl who fell from not a single cause.

Twas my own fault, for I banished all help, rotted to pieces within myself.

Though alas a mark has been etched within stones, "My soul lives forever without my bones."

The Moonlit RiverDown the moonlit river, I sail with my soul alone.

The glimmering water dances across my paddle, it sings to me songs of the unknown.

Ten shimmering fish swim by, their fins forged of gems and jewels from the night sky.

Silver trees on either side, their ethereal leaves whisper and glide.

Glistening waterfalls ripple into place, across my canoe their translucent lines trace.

Forevermore I shall sail this stream, never will I awaken from this ethereal dream.

My DearestPainfully enslaved before the Shadows Lord, my dearest lost her ebony sword.

Her mind trapped soullessly beneath his eyes, it was given up prior to her demise.

Chained mercilessly to doubts and oblivion's mind, her being ceased to care if it ever became blind.

Turmoil and voices forever ran through her mind, they spoke of the sword and where it had been twined.

Twined of stitched ligaments, and never seen hearts, my darling ran from the dungeon to uncover their parts.

But alas during her journey she was brutally slain, her blood boiled in her eyes, and never found was her brain.

HerTake a glance at timeless years behind, you'll see a trembling creature who had lost her mind.

And witness now, the being you see, one born from the shadows and divinity.

One that is stronger, reborn into wrath, all will suffer who stand fierce in her path.

Given to her the blessing of death, she will conjure thunderstorms within a single hairs breadth.

Passing judgement to those in need, in her years of deliverance she will highly succeed.

Ending all with these few simple words, "You were seen, but always unheard."

Slenderman's QueenSlenderman's Queen

Keep walking dear maiden, through the endless dark forest. Quickly now, find all the notes. One is on a tree, deformed and intimidating, but don't ever forget to look around for me. Hurry now, I'm getting closer. Keep running my dear, either way you'll never leave. Just stop moving, it'll all end faster. Now fair maiden, you are mine. My queen, with skin fair as snow. Your face is gone, replaced with a silver glow. Your clothing, composed of an elegant black dress, and now my White Queen, let us slaughter the rest.

The EndDig your nails into your skin, feel their harshness crawl within.

Scratch and tear the flesh apart, for here begins a fresh new start.

See the pink, the red, and the blue, grab a knife, you know what to do.

Remove the organs, hear the tears, scream and wail for further repairs.

And now you're down to your heart, tear it out to end and restart.

UsCursed upon our tattered souls, is a melting bell that never tolls.

Thrust forth into the streets of madness, our mothers deceived us, for they gambled with sadness.

Such purity that once was has morphed into dust; betrayed, deformed, and abandoned trust.

Unseen by clear eyes our beings fought by, preventing the restless from entering the sky.

Alas, here we lie under stones of dead souls, with our books in our hands as the melting bell tolls.

Cursed Jewels and Flesh-colored MarblesCursed jewels and flesh-colored marbles, two treasures I have for thee.

The jewels, carved of souls and lost hope, they glimmer for all to see.

The marbles carved of human skin, delicately sealed without, but not in.

They too glimmer, but in other eyes, for they conceal a much more insane surprise.

Open the box dear, let them steal your mental sense, but do not touch them, for they are weary and tense.

Listen to them speak, hear their tales of sorrow, because in the end you'll die on the morrow.

FarewellCrackle, crackle, watch my bones break.

Watch my eyes melt, and heart slowly shake.

See my skin peel from my face, for now begins the endless race.

The race with death, the one I won't win.

For I am too weak, too brittle and thin.

Say farewell for me, to no one I ask.

Except for the one behind the mask.

The BowThe clock has stuck twelve, my departure is now, I must bid you farewell, it's time for my bow.

My life is a show, the curtains now shredded, the stage collapsed, and the cast beheaded.

The crowd loudly shrieks and roars at my lines, they find them paltry and without "proper rhymes."

They cease to find beauty in my works of art, all their eyes see is a grievous heart.

And as I utter my final words, all falls silent and my soul swiftly bows.

Thou Shall BurnClench my soul, go right ahead; ignite your flesh and I shall deem you dead.

Dance with fire and thou shalt be burned, scorched to deformity with your soul never returned.

Exceed your limits, turn away your falls, shall the trials begin beneath the walls?

Oh yes they shall my dearest thing, for your fate will rest within this ebony ring.

Such glory was enthralled into my soul, how you plead for its power, its superiority, its toll.

Though alas you've proven not worthy of it all, hence your death shall be remarkable, forever now you shall fall.

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Bestowed Upon Me a Curse

by =PlethoraFantastique, Jan 9, 2013, 1:09:27 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Bestowed upon me, a curse, yes.

One told of pure blood and a simple white dress.

It is my fault, yes indeed, for I am the one who made her soul bleed.

I sliced and drove my knife in her skin, for it was her fault she begged for one night of sin.

We did not wed for that sort of game, we wed for our love and money, plus fame.

Alas, I'll never regret using that knife, for she was a succubus, not my wife.