There’s a face upon the moon, A phantasm, Beelzebub or something far worse, Oh aye, On this night of all nights, The twilight of the harvest, It dances across craters as sorcerous shadow, Gazing down in mad glee, With its eerie light upon the graves, All lunar rays and violet mist,
Under its scrutiny things begin to rise, Spirits and corpses pulse from the dirt, Crones look up from their cauldrons, Every terror imaginable walks the city lights, All of the outcasts and weirdos, Swamp beasts and bloodsuckers, It’s like a summoning, A dark entity beckoning to its kith, For this festival of the occult, Under the moon we are family,
The monster in the moon smirks, This will be a hell of a Halloween.
This Halloween, Something prowls the neighbourhood, A titan in boiler suit and Shatner mask, A haunting of a different kind, This isn’t a spectral creature though, But a man of flesh, As much as a being of evil can be, But you can’t kill the bogeyman, Not by fire or bullet or blade, When he comes home, He’ll just want to say hello, In his own way, A keenly bladed greeting.
Roll up, Come in please, Welcome to our museum of the occult, We hold all manner of oddities, Relics of the other side, Like this here unsettling portrait, Dark scrolls and dimensional mirrors, And like this Raggedy Ann,
I didn’t hear any giggling, No wooden footsteps either, Are you sure?
Don’t mind the doll, I don’t think she likes you, But she’s well-behaved most of the time, Well there was this one incident, She roams about at times, This is no typical plaything, Possessed? Oh maybe,
You feel breathing next to your ear? Where’s the doll? Her glass cabinet lies empty.
Ooooo, I’m loving this season! Its like Halloween before the actual special day! I’m absolutely loving it. It’s put me in the mood of focusing on horror and monsters in my poems. I really hope that y’all enjoy my darker works cause I’m going to be posting them up to the special day! How are we all enjoying the season? It’s definitely feeling like the harvest season isn’t it? I think that other nations consider Halloween a bigger deal than here in the UK. Particularly my friends over in the USA. It’s a big deal with you guys. That’s the impression I get anyways.
Speaking of big deals, did anybody see the clue for todays writing theme? It was less of a clue and more of a general announcement to be honest. How could the writing theme be anything else after all?
The writing musical theme for this week is, of course, Halloween! I think everyone could have predicted that eh? It just had to be the theme for this week. It’s my favourite time of the year and I think it gives me a creative boost to be honest. The time of ghosts and ghoulies. The time of witchcraft and monsters. I don’t even think I need to describe how Halloween inspires music artists. Horror and magic and monsters are always going to be inspirations for artists, whether they be musicians, writers or whatever else. I’m going to share some of the most horrific (in a good way) music artists that I can think of. So let’s see what I can come up with this week eh?
So, join me as we delve into the musical minds of freakish artists the world over!
And there we have it! I suddenly have the urge to buy a ton of pumpkins right about now. Some pretty spooky song choices there don’t you think? I hope they give y’all the shivers, in a good way of course! I also hope that you enjoy the musical choices for this week. Please check out all of these artists, they all deserve the attention for sure!
Speaking of attention, would you kindly offer me some as well? The social media kind that is! The asylum has a few social media pages. I have a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and a page over on Twitter as well! Please think about following/liking me over on those sites as well as the blog. Also, if you really enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page as well! Thanks for everything!
Welcome to my ordinary bedroom, Such as it is, It’s not much but it’s home, It’s not frightful at all, Ghosts and ghouls? Never heard of them, It’s just ordinary here, Mundane,
Please make yourself comfy, Don’t mind the red running down the wall, The flies converging in that corner, Those aren’t bats roosting on the ceiling, Nor are those shadows moving on their own, Pay no attention to that low chanting, Or the scratching under the bed, It’s like any other home,
Indeed it’s not much but it’s home, Don’t you find it snug? Just don’t look in the mirror, She doesn’t like that, And when the lights go low, Don’t mind the figure, The one at the foot of the bed, It’s totally ordinary.
Have you heard of me? They call me Dullahan, I was once a mercenary, But grew too impetuously ruthless, And the headsman brought on this curse,
Have you seen my head? It scarpered as if on the breeze, So now I must search for it, Or a substitute at least, This Jack-O-Lantern doesn’t cut it,
I ride every October, On a nag of pale flesh, My sabre has taken many potential proxies, But they just don’t seem to fit, Or mayhap I enjoy cleaving them free,
Be careful child, During this season of the harvest, When I take to the gallop, And that nape lies exposed, You just might lose your head too.
Well, here we are again my friends! Another wednesday and another one of my rambling walls of text. How are you all finding the week so far? It’s been a rather steady one here at the asylum. The poem ideas have been coming thick and fast, which I can only attribute to feeling generally more relaxed with the coming of the “Halloween weeks”. I’ve got lots of ideas already settled for next week, where I intend to focus on more of my horror or generally bizarre poems for the run up to the big day. That only seems suitable, no?
Though I’m not really focussing on that until Sunday or perhaps Monday, I chose a musical theme which still very much ties into the season. Did anybody see the clue for the theme earlier today? I felt it was a pretty telling clue. Certainly not one of my vague ones. It was right there on the social media pages. You guys should check those out sometime you know!
So, with October, comes a very “harvest” musical theme. The theme for todays writing music post is: Witches, witchcraft and magic. I know, it’s perfect isn’t it? It’s the season of the witch after all! Those terrific ladies of the dark (and white) arts, with their black cats and broomsticks. Those curious women who still follow the old pagan ways. The shamans, the soothsayers and the warlocks. Sometimes considered evil, sometimes pure good and even occasionally they just wish to be left alone. Understandable really. I’d say they are one of the first figures that can spring into the mind when one thinks of Halloween. That’s not to say they are delegated to being a holiday figure, indeed many follow the sorcerous customs all year round, in countless different forms. It just feels fitting to make a musical dedication to them this week. Let’s see what I can conjure up this week eh?
Please join me as we delve into the musical minds of magical artists the world over!
And there we have it! Can anybody else smell witch-hazel and sage? I like to think I’ve managed to choose a damn good mix this week. Or maybe I’ve had a spell cast on my taste? That would explain a lot. Anyhow, I hope that you all enjoy the choices I’ve presented this week and that you check all of these artists out. They all deserve it!
Speaking of deserving, I don’t deserve it but I’d very humbly like to ask y’all to check out my social media. The asylum has a miniscule presence on a few pages out there. I’ll include links here for your convenience. I have a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and a page over on Twitter as well! Also, if you really enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page as well! Thanks for everything my friends!
It’s almost October, The most glorious time of the year, Or the most frightful, When sun lotion gives way to autumn spice, And lady lunar flaunts her totality,
The mercury descends, As the sky attains a new palette, The trees follow suit and shiver, Quaking as the spectres begin to rise, Coalescing in their nightly revels,
To us freaks it is a clarion call, A call to arms, When witches and bloodsuckers suit up, The wisps prance through the pines, And this Harlequin paints his grin anew,
They say monsters hide in plain sight, And they may be right, Costumes seem to depict horrors that the silver screen cannot, For I see spectres and witches aplenty, Demons running amok, This season seems to attract such horrific narcissism, Such malefic objectification, It makes me sick and tingly at the same time, This is Halloween, This is the way it ought to be.
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