Imp

Posted: April 17, 2015 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

Beware the fiendish imp,
Eyes burning with a devious glee,
Hell couldn’t possibly contain its mischief,
It’s been known to tamper with reality you know,
Now it’s coming to play a malicious prank on you,
Do you think you’ll survive?

You hear it giggling to itself in the dark,
Or is it creeping ever closer?
Under the bed or behind you perhaps?

Imp says read each first letter.

Imp

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Necromancer

Posted: April 15, 2015 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

Necromancer

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

A frail old man lives upon a lost hill,
A spectre of a man,
A man with power over life and death,
He is the Necromancer,
A god over mortal flesh,
Warts and all.

A wave of the staff,
Rotting hands pulse skyward,
A chanted incantation,
Banshees shriek in the black,
A flourish of the hand,
Maggots surge from pus-filled corpses.

A sacrificial blade drips crimson,
Coffins and crypts are clawed open,
A forbidden ritual,
Bones rattle as if sentient,
A dark grin,
The dead horde begins its carnival march.

A twisted mind once filled with thoughts of family,
His rancid creations are a hollow replacement,
Their eyes no longer see,
Their minds no longer reason,
Their hearts no longer beat,
And no longer love or feel.

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The scales of the judiciary are straining,
Sob stories and crocodile tears can tip them,
Lenient justice.

A nameless man kills many innocents,
But he has a wife and children,
Lenient justice.

An addict slits a barflys throat,
But she has a diseased mind,
Lenient justice.

A young bandit beats and robs an old crone,
But he has home,
Lenient justice.

A cackling clown takes children away in his van,
But he is from a far away place,
Lenient justice.

A husband beats his wife to the edge of dying,
But he has friends in high places,
Lenient justice.

Lenient justice is the order of the day,
Criminals drink to their crimes,
While victims lament in their anguish,
The scales have tipped.

Justice

Train Of Thought

Posted: April 7, 2015 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

Train Of Thought

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

When the bitter times come,
Like a winter in your life,
You may retreat into your mind,
You may board a dark train of thought,
Its windows blackened,
And smokestack spouting your old secrets.

It’s a runaway train,
Soaring along serpentine rails,
Built upon things you did and didn’t do,
Promises kept and promises broken,
Ideas fair and ideas forbidden,
It runs unabated despite your protests.

You descend further,
Your thoughts contort as if alive,
You travel further down the carriages,
Its booths full of lost souls,
You watch as your hope and optimism hurtle past,
Like stations bypassed.

Your train of thought surges forth,
Bleak and pitiful,
There is no getting off.

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The Old Gods

Posted: April 6, 2015 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

The Old Gods

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

They are coming,
Darkness is looming,
Peril is converging,
Fear is rising,
Despair is flourishing,
Madness is burgeoning,
They are coming.

They are here,
Defenses are crumbling,
Armies are routing,
Cities are smouldering,
Nooses are swinging,
Corpses are rotting,
They are here.

They have won,
Civilization is lost,
Hope is deceased,
Maws are chomping,
Tentacles are writhing,
Oculi are glaring,
They have won.

The Old Gods are attendant.

OldGod

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Sorcery

Posted: April 6, 2015 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

Sorcery

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

A hat to look the part,
A familiar for companionship,
An inferno to awe,
A hex to transfix,
A chant to bewitch.

A potion to fall in love,
A war to soothe heartbreak,
An alchemical formula to rebuild,
A lightning bolt to annihilate,
A typhoon to punish.

A wand to focus your might,
A word of power to challenge the gods,
An enchantment for sustenance,
A bound angel for heavenly guidance,
A pact with evil for infernal privilege.

Witch, wizard or warlock,
You choose your own magic,
You choose your own brand of sorcery,
You choose your own way.

Sorcery

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The Hellraisers

Posted: April 5, 2015 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

The Hellraisers

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

If you ever travel along highway 666,
And night comes,
Beware the screech of tires,
Unholy calls and mad incantations,
And the smell of sulfur,
The Hellraisers may be near.

Where they ride,
The damned rise from the depths,
And pillars of flame tower up,
To an orchestra of demon cries,
Where they ride,
The very world reels in fear.

Riding out from a hellhole of a bar,
Riding atop scorching metal steeds,
They claw streaks of flame,
Into hallowed ground,
They laugh in the face of the heavens,
Drunk on mayhem and whiskey.

Leather-clad and riddled with tattoos,
Black sunglasses and infernal grins,
And boots that reek of oil and gore,
They curb-stomped the angels,
And kneecapped your Savior,
The heavens went up in a sawnoff blast.

They are chaos incarnate,
They ride to an apocalypse,
That only they can see.

Hellraisers

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The Stranger

Posted: April 5, 2015 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

The Stranger

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

Oh stranger I see in the night,
What drives you?
I see you from my window,
You’re draped in black,
And you wander the streets as if lost.

Are you lost of perhaps searching?
Are you afraid of sleep?
Are you going to heaven or hell?
Are you a scourge or a saint?
Are you even human?

What compels you?
Are you a thrall to the moon?
The night?
Are you a villain of the city?
The dark?

What possesses you?
What fuels you?
I think I must know,
So I open the door into the black,
Now I’m a stranger in the night too.

Stranger

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Video Games

Posted: April 4, 2015 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

Video Games

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

This is my life,
I am player number one,
Average skill level,
Average score,
It’s a bit of a game,
There is no second controller.

I want to travel over our LittleBigPlanet,
See the Silent Hills and Battlefields of the world,
I want to lay upon a sunny beach on Tropico,
Allow the mental Fallout to ebb away.

I want to receive the Call of Duty,
And battle Metroids and Dark Souls in far off places,
I want to Command and Conquer my foes,
And be a knight with a Mount and Blade.

These are simply a few of my Final Fantasies,
Don’t mind me,
I’m just playing video games,
One life remaining,
There are no more credits.

VideoG

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King of Scythes

Posted: April 2, 2015 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

King of Scythes

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

Stooped low upon a lofty throne,
A necromantic monarch,
Shrieks in fury,
Such undying hatred washes over his bones,
The azure moon calms him not one drop,
The living remain alive,
And the dead remain below.

With an incensed scream,
He calls upon his legions,
Rotting knights and fetid footmen,
Shadowy beasts and mad spirits,
Rusted iron and filthy nails,
Anguished moans and eerie corpse-lights,
Driven onward by their dead liege.

Compelled by a rage that never dies,
The dead legions advance,
Marching under the moon,
Fracturing defenses under the moon,
Slaughtering innocents under the moon,
The dead are now unrivaled,
And the living are no more.

A decomposing monarch has his victory,
The nefarious King of Scythes,
Do you hear him coming for you?

King

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