TimeTimeTime by BenHammonds
time is something that we wish
will bring to us all good and hope
time is a mountain tall peaked
a rough climb, then a slippery slope
time is something we desire more of
but once gone is never within our scope
so enjoy the time that you have
waste not one moment's length
for the minutes turn to hours
the hours turn to days wasted
before you ever realize it
At the DoorstepAt the DoorstepAt the Doorstep by Michel-le-fou
Late night alone in my room
Faint shuffling sound like footsteps
I opened the door to look
Two yellow eyes stared back
Then there followed a fast shuffling
In the hall outside
What ever came ran away
"Two yellow eyes stared at me
Then I heard fast shuffles outside
Along the hall
And then it ran away
Who knew then, who was more scared of whom?"
Late November Chills (Part 3 and Conclusion)Late November ChillsLate November Chills (Part 3 and Conclusion) by Michel-le-fou
Thomas Addison II had to be truly prepared for this last visit. The yellow king appeared again at midnight of November 18, with the ghost of Thomas's grandfather, who was known alive as both strict and careful with money. The yellow king was draped in his moldy yellow robe and his mask or stiff countenance grimly staring at Thomas while the lad's grandfather Malcolm interviewed him sternly.
"Tom, my lad, ye ought to be aware what ye do. This lavishness may lead to ruin. How can I permit it? Our family has been careful to the extent of being called misers and some even think we are Jews."
"Yes, lad. Because they bemoan our stinginess. I thought it was a joke then and your father did too. But we are careful. You should be too."
"I understand you, grandfather. I have tried to spend more slowly since father came. I am aware now."
"Be certain, lad. If ye err again, the king will come for ye alone. I came to insure against your downfall.
Late November Chills (Part 2)Late November ChillsLate November Chills (Part 2) by Michel-le-fou
The evening of November 17 was no warmer nor easier for Thomas Addison II. Round the same time that night, the second phantom paid his visit. He was a lean and pale figure about five feet five inches tall with narrow eyes and a thin ovular face. Behind him stood a huge, towering entity of 7 feet with a long faded butter yellow cloak and a lean pale face that bore no human features. They certainly scared the daylight out of the lad.
"Thomas Hugh Addison II, I am your grand uncle Oscar Addison. As you may still remember, I died twelve months before your father."
"I do, vaguely, Uncle Oscar. It was a long time."
"That it was, lad. I must warn ye that if ye spend like ye did, ye may join us in the cemetery after not too long."
"I do suspect it, Uncle. Who is that with ye?"
"He is the keeper of the dead beneath the cemetery. He calls himself Yellow King*. He has dispatched me and your father to warn ye."
"It is appreciated."
"Good for ye, lad. Remember. One
Yellow GlareYellow GlareYellow Glare by MichelxPuabi
Where I have dwelt for months, till now,
Few men, if any, walk the hall at night.
They say they are devout;
They say they have no fear.
But they all wait till the morning light.
One evening, round the hour of twelve,
When I began to adjust to my solitude,
There was a faint noise outside my door,
As though someone, or something, had stopped to call.
So I opened my door to look.
Two yellow eyes glared at me,
And the hair along my nape erected.
A low soft moan
Then there was rapid shuffling in the hall
The beast had run away
In its wake I feign had heard
Similar movement near my door
My hair still stood erect then
But what came was no cat
Two burning yellow eyes glared at me
They filled my heart with dread
The feeling that wafted into my heart
Like a cold northern blast
Had warned me that what stood there then
Was undeniably dead
Then that too was gone
As though I had dreamed it all
Yet I stood at my door awake
Oh! how I wished it was a dream
Willow MaskDeposit like crystal flakesWillow Mask by Monocephalized
My lashes wet by river ice
Heart has fallen far to dark
Composite coffin nail lies
Bastard have two different eyes
Porcelain and pastel paint
Just to cover my owning streaks
Where dying drug feet still wait
Hollow mask can let me breathe
Shaking with the willow tree
You left a flood to overflow
You left two bleeding wounds free
Embrace our lips on fired clay
Distant as the winter flowers
Bouquet for the parting glance
Melt like the image I had over
Shield with the sodden wood
Sag like the now empty nights
String that slung my armour on
Snap in frozen cardiac blight
Grey a canvas I pretend
Was not the only dreariness
Your features like as hidden by
Under the sky I came to miss
Rain in two drains pouring down
Run a wilting prettiness
Overcast the drape I made
I have nothing to resist
Simple lineless gathering
Flurries land remembrance
Balanced on an outward shell
Cold and still by your expense
The Fear/PendulumAs each passing second,The Fear/Pendulum by DeathMonster777
Rushes and slows according to the hour,
I am not filled with relief,
fear breathes itself onto me.
What is beyond these four walls?
What lies ahead of me?
If only we could reverse the meaningless and meaningful,
We could do so much better.
Like knowing what really matters,
Than knowing who he kissed,
Or who she slept with,
Uncertainty would be just fine.
Should I just hope,
everything will fall onto place?
Or, doing that,
Makes me a fool?
Switch back and forth,
For my feet will surely be burned.
Which step to take, whose motion to follow,
All these things makes me go hollow.
So many questions in my head,
I wish they would all be dead.
I'm spun round' and round',
Pushed and shoved into every open door.
Sometimes the cookie-cutter of childhood is alright.
At least it gave me definiteness.
Can someone take my mind,
And cleanse it with answers?
Meanwhile, I'll swing on this pendulum,
Till' I lose grip and fate traps me.
Dracula's DinnerDracula's Dinner by Delice1941
Gothic invite came my way
Tete-a-tete next Friday
Dressed to kill, ready to dine
Escort descended from old blood line.
Knocked door with pounding heart
Music faint, Amadeus Mozart
Heavy portal, creak and groan
Butler stood all skin and bone.
Gothic web trapped its guest
Felt unable to protest
So polite, vampire charm
Was unwary, he disarmed.
Oaken table, silver plate
Strange, no food for dinner date?
Now I see red gleam in eye
Truth revealed, dying sigh.