A post-Halloween toast:
Tale To Freight
Composing dark and unsavory tales to freight
The lurid, cursed words to raise a strange delight
Telling of what is oft hidden from the sight of light
The unsavory mention of what goes `bump in the night’
A tale that speaks of twisted minds that plan and scheme
One that consumes the darkest of nightmarish dreams
Rendering a victim’s most heart-wrenching scream
A callous evilness for emotional gain, than to be seen
This manner of expression intent on gaining vicarious reward
To be given to those that would likely faint at fear’s door
To garner adrenalin’s rush, demanding one to read more
Of the bloodied and dead, void of suffering the pain and sore.
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Honed Steel Blade
Lothe of darkness, left to dwell
What tale this bloodied knife could tell
Born from a tainted mind, lured by cursed spell
Expressed by its master, servant of Hell
For the deathly evilness deed, its presence did befell
A torrid carnage wake of death and defiance
Shear morbidity and twisted execution of contrivance
Meant to defy laws of human compliance
And to confound the realm of forensic science
This crafted tool, life-ending appliance
Razor-sharp, honed steel blade, used for evil’s gain
Marks its course of deed, with blood-flowing stain
The death-still carcass, a persistent memory to remain
Negates its true purpose of service, forever to defame
Tainted, civil-minds brandish bias toward its disdain
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Silent Fart
the taint odorous plume grew as it rose
its toxic vibrancy scared as it flowed
no whimper of mention gave it a show
the tacit reaction given; a tweak of the nose
lending credence only its originator knows
the response; retreat, all affected, chose
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