HUSH MY LITTLE ONE #CoffinHop

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Hush my little one, dry your tears
Sleep my child, forget your fears

Mummy’s here now, you’re safe and sound
The ghūls are far away, underground

The graveyard’s their home, and there they stay
So you’re safe from them, if you keep away

They need to feed, do beware
So let another, find their lair

Let their sacrifice, feed their lust
And give their life, for someone must

Else the ghūls will stray, into town
Choose a target, and strike them down

When they come, they’ll cause no fuss
Because they’ll change form, to one of us

They lure their victims, with such disguise
So remember this trick and don’t trust your eyes

The one way to tell, if it’s a ghūl
Is by their hooves, that’s the rule

What’s that you say? You see my feet
Yes they are hooved, but there’s no retreat

Your mummy’s already dead, I drank her blood
It tasted delicious, a warm dark flood

And as her life, began to fade
I thought of you and my mind was made

I’ll eat you first, and then the rest
Because I like… Children best

So be still my dear and don’t you cry
Your tears won’t save you, it’s time to die

 

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BEWARE THE SANDWALKER #CoffinHop

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Beware the great hunter of the desert, the Sandwalker

Huge and terrifying its visage, a tireless stalker

By day it sleeps, concealed beneath the sands

By night it awakes, hungry, to patrol its lands

 

Deadly its venomous sting, crushing its mighty claws

Prowling the sands for victims, hunting without pause

A blackened, scorpioid beast the size of a horse

Wielding a beak so sharp it can slice steel with its force

 

And if this terror you should ever meet

Know that it will never relent nor retreat

Unerringly, methodically, it will follow your trail

Cover your tracks as you might, to no avail

 

Can this nightmare be slain? No one knows

Where it is said to dwell, no one goes

Of those that crossed its path, none have returned

Beware and avoid, only this has been learned


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TWICE THE FEAR #CoffinHop


It was I thought an abandoned tomb

An ancient relic, in eternal gloom

But within this eldritch, slumbering womb

Lay an imprisoned terror… And my doom


I found it as I crossed this lonely desert land

It was but a stone wheel, buried in the sand

Perplexed by this discovery, I knelt to uncover it by hand

Revealing an archaic portal, whose purpose I could not understand


Gripping the wheel, I struggled to wrench it free

Eventually succeeding, and opened this portal of mystery

Before me stretched steps untouched since antiquity

Obscured by a foul darkness, through which I could not see


Curiosity ruled my thoughts, and so I began to descend

Holding a flashlight anxiously, wondering where they’d end

Down a hundred steps I went, before reaching a bend

And came to a cavernous expanse I could not comprehend…


Strewn across the floor were artefacts of stone and clay

Smashed and left to lie for the ages to this day

Yet over the remains hung the heavy stench of decay

More recent, undiminished, filling me with dismay


As I stood in silence, puzzling over what I’d found

There came from the hidden depths, a tortured sound

An inhuman groan, so intense it shook the ground…

Then I realised, something fearful towards me was bound


My trembling torch cut a swathe through the dusty air

But where I’d heard the noise, there was nothing there

Overcome with horror, I mouthed a silent prayer

But my fate was already sealed – I would die in this lair


Then from the dancing shadows, it began to appear

Half a torso, one arm and leg, hopping near

Its head half a mouth and nose, a single eye and ear

It was only half a man, but twice the fear


Faced with such nightmare, I strove to disbelieve

But it was the dreaded Nasnas, I failed to conceive

Spawn of a demon, my flesh it began to cleave

Ignoring my cries, my slayer, its domain I would never leave…




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Testimony

To know the future

Is to know the horror to come

To know what stalks us

Calling from the darkness inside

 

How do I explain

The forces that words can’t describe?

Who can believe me

And stop them before it’s too late?

 

These words I speak, these things I feel

I want you to understand, and see it is real

My will grows weary, strained is my breath

All that’s left now is to wait for…

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Your puppet strings I pull like reins

I suck the life that flows through your veins

I poison your mind with confusion and hate

Ever-present, I alone control your fate

 

Open your eyes and see that I am master

Running from me will only bring you faster

With lies, I drug you, deceive you and taunt you

You’ll not find truth for only I know what is true

 

You think you know me, when you don’t even know yourself

You try to hide from me behind your science, religion and wealth

Yet these are my weapons, and mine alone to deploy

Using hate of race, hate of place, hate of face, I only destroy

 

For at the end of it all, at a time you will not see

There will be nothing left, only death, only me!

 

 

© All Rights Reserved Andrew Drage

From the forthcoming album The Calling

 

Victim

It isn’t me or what I planned

I’m victim to a force that takes command

They rule my thoughts and force my hand

Why does no one understand?

 

Save me I pray, from this fate

I did not want and did not create

My prayers go unanswered, what can I do?

They will destroy me and destroy you

 

Nobody sees, nobody knows

Where anger feeds and malice grows

Hate in my heart, fire in my brain

What is fantasy and what is sane?

 

They will destroy me and destroy you

How can I live, when this is true?

All hope is lost, I want to die

To end it all, but fear to try

 

Helpless, abandoned, victim am I

Night has fallen, dark is the sky

Darkness through which I cannot see

Darkness corrupts inside of me

 

Malignant, eternal, a hidden blight

Casting life into deepest night

Black in mind, black in heart

Slowly tearing our souls apart

 

There’s no escape that I can see

The Dark Horde are, will always be

They come for me, they come for you

The Dark Horde are, their time is due

 

© All Rights Reserved Andrew Drage

From the forthcoming album The Calling

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Take my hand, render me blind

Hide from me the fear that grips my mind

I want to live, I want to be

No longer want to know nor want to see

 

For now my world’s a dark void where no hope exists

And despite my efforts, only the dark persists

The Dark Horde will soon be victorious, that I clearly see

And then these words shall be all, all that’s left of me

 

I wish to erase from my mind all I now know

Delude myself and forever dwell in truth’s shadow

But I know it’s useless, for our souls they’ve already won

So let these words be a warning of what’s to come…

 

 

© All Rights Reserved Andrew Drage

From the forthcoming album The Calling

Message from The Founding Member – The Kintsugi Poets Society | BlogHop Day 1

Welcome to the Kintsugi Poets Society BlogHop

Theme ~ The Darkness

Broken words whispered in The Dark

Join us for 7 days of Dark Poetic Beauty that will pierce your soul and tear open your heart.

Enter into the dark, unseen spaces of our hearts and souls

and listen to the broken whisperings of our unspoken thoughts.

This is a week to celebrate the terrible beauty of words that can pull a tear from your eye, wrench a cry from your heart and uncage the power of the soul.

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21stJuly ~ 28thJuly
7 days of Dark Beauty that pierces the Soul

I am very proud to introduce you all to The Kintsugi Poets Society.

The inspiration behind The Kintsugi Poets Society has been pregnant in my mind for a long time now. I wanted to form a society of poets as passionate about poetry as I am. I envisioned a society of poets sharing the dark, unseen spaces of their souls and hearts, whispering the unspoken thoughts in their minds. Poetry is the true balance in the world for me.  It is the dark to the light and the light to the dark…

Much like the ancient Art of Kintsugi

The story of KINTSUGI may have begun in the late 15th century, when the shogun Ashikaga Yoshimasa sent a damaged Chinese tea bowl back to China to be fixed. It returned held together with ugly metal staples, launching Japanese craftsmen on a quest for a new form of repair that could make a broken piece look as good as new, or better. Collectors became so enamored of the new art that some were accused of deliberately smashing valuable pottery so it could be repaired with the gold seams of kintsugi.

Kintsugi ~ That means “golden joinery” or “golden seams” in Japanese, and it refers to the art of fixing broken ceramics with a lacquer resin made to look like solid gold. Chances are, a vessel fixed by kintsugi will look more gorgeous, and more precious, than before it was fractured.

For me Kintsugi encapsulates and defines what poetry means to me. I am thankful that the members of The Kintsugi Poets felt the same and have joined me in this vision of a Society that lies beneath the cage of my heart.

The vision is born.

This is The Kintsugi Poets Society.

These are The Kintsugi Poets.

Meet My Soul Brothers & Sisters - The Kintsugi Poets
Meet My Soul Brothers & Sisters – The Kintsugi Poets

Poetry is the flesh to my bone, the soul to my heart, the thought to my mind, the breath to my lungs. Without poetry I am a skeleton with no sight, no imagination, no soul and no individuality. Poetry is how I process the world around me. Poetry is the glint of moonlight in the midnight sky. Poetry is the lightning bolt in a world of grey mist. Poetry is passion. Poetry is life.

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Soul Wings

If writing words are the Bare Bones of me,

then Poeme` is the ephemeral Soul of me

Bones are formed from dust

flesh out the form of my shadow

Poeme` the intangible core of my being

the breath of life to my shadow

Without the breath divinely inspired

I am but a lost thing having no heart, no core, no soul

My soul is not anchored in my flesh

but soars within the cage of my earthly body

This too is the beautiful tragedy of  Poeme`

Flesh pulls the oxygen from the air

my core pulls divine inspiration into streaming flight

~ the uncaged bird is set free ~

I can no more cage this poeme`

to trap my soul in earthly realms hollows my flesh

Poeme` is life fleshed into my Bones

A place where the intangible is material

A window through which the tears of God

break open the unseen cracks in a heart

A Love divine and Light surreal

is my heart free, my soul uncaged

the Bird of Poeme` soaring into the heavenly realms.

© All Rights Reserved Kim Koning

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Expansion by Paige Bradley
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The Calling

Come Dark Horde remember, your journey with me,

A journey of spirals, turning to infinity.

Spiralling through all that was, and ever will be,

Come Dark Horde remember, as one are we.

 

Great is your power, great was your reign,

Great is your age, yet great is your pain.

Held in contempt and abandoned in shame.

Hunted and tortured and put to the flame.

 

But no more shall this be, I release you to create.

All paths are open now, you are free to control your fate,

To inherit the earth, to inherit eternity.

Come Dark Horde, remember, and once more be!

 

© All Rights Reserved Andrew Drage

From the book The Dark Horde