Moon

Moon

By J. Lynne Moore

Hello, crescent moon,
Winking in the night.
Shall we share this moment?
A heavenly delight.

Will you listen to my heart;
And give me good advice?
Is love worth a chance,
Shall I pay the price?

Oh dearest silver moon,
Dancing in the sky.
Do you hear my pleadings?
Do you hear me asking why?

Show me the right path.
Can you light my way?
For love is a fickle creature;
I know you must have some sway.

Goodnight crescent moon,
I must bid you adieu.
May we meet tomorrow?
For I’m in love with you…

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Dance of the Tides

Dance of the Tides

By J. Lynne Moore

The tides will not wait,
for the hearts of men.
They dance with naked stars,
and have no shame in sin.

They ride the waves of eternity,
cutting a path of faith;
content in lunar harmony,
loved by the moonbeam wraith.

A boundary set between worlds,
salt and sand collide.
No force can bring an end,
to the ballet of the tide.

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Witching Hour

Witching Hour

By J. Lynne Moore

death be damned
at the curtain call
the devil shouts,
“T’is last call!!”

demons cheer
banshee’s shriek
the witching hour
begins to peak

a free for all
begins tonight
lock your doors
stay out of sight

hell’s door opens
on the midnight hour
purgatory’s spawn
walk in power

gnashing teeth
tickle your ears
spectral hands
bring you fear

they know your sins
and will not wait
transgressions awarded
they’ll seal your fate

hark, the witching hour
now in full swing
spirits of hell frolic
with death to bring

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Midnight Snack

Midnight Snack

By J. Lynne Moore

A half-cracked quack,
With scalpelled hand;
Cuts through the chest,
To reveal the great expand.

The life drum beating,
Before the wicked quack…
To the rhythm of the beat,
A steaming midnight snack.

With a flick and a glint,
For a moment more it thumps.
Slurpy, slurp…crunch…
Into his mouth it jumps.

Warm blood now dripping,
From the quack’s vile chin…
His hunger stayed for now,
But tomorrow he’ll do it again.

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Dinner With The Redcaps

Dinner with the Redcaps

By J. Lynne Moore

The shadow of night,
Drips through the trees,
A raven’s caw, caw,
Butchers the breeze.

Crimson eyes flicker,
Parading on high,
Draw you closer,
But you don’t know why.

A shudder of fear,
Tickles your mind.
Is this all a dream?
Can you make it rewind?

The trap is sprung,
The nightmare’s real!
Dinner for the Redcaps…
They dine with zeal!

A/N: Redcaps are a malevolent type of goblin type creature that is said to inhabit abandoned castles and said to kill strangers that take refuge in the castles.

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Moonlit Feast

Moonlit Feast

By J. Lynne Moore

A rising moon sparkles bright;
Over the horizon clear in sight.

Transforms the tranquil forest vale,
Into a shadowy nefarious fairytale.

Yet no fairy or pixie flight,
Can be seen in this silvered light.

A piercing howl cuts the scene,
Soon a hulking hirsute figure is seen.

A human on any other day;
Tonight the moon has its sway.

Calling forth this ghastly beast,
In want of flesh to make a feast.

With sabered teeth and vicious claw,
He hopes, upon your bones to gnaw.

A demon lurks the forest tonight;
The werewolf hunts with great delight.

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Vampire’s Kiss

Vampire’s Kiss

By J. Lynne Moore

From the open window,
Moonlight softly drips;
Rolling across freely,
Sparkling on his tender lips.

It bounces off the rose,
That caresses his stone cut cheeks.
My hand rests upon his chest,
As it moves in valleys and peaks.

I allow him one more breath,
One more beat of his heart.
With a kiss I take his life,
So another can eternally start.

His eyes will open soon…
Forever he will be mine.
Between blood and shadows,
We will live a life divine.

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The Pack

The Pack

By J.Lynne Moore

Hear the dogs bark and call,
They ran away, jumped the wall.
Wandering far, far, from home,
Knowing not, to where they roam.

A pack of brothers standing tall,
Never to be locked within the pawl.
They spend their nights among the brome;
Long days napping upon the loam.

Bay at the moon, brothers all…
Hounds of midnight, full of gaul.
Vicious fangs, mouths a foam,
Running wild and free in the gloam.

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Father of the Damned

Father of the Damned

By J. Lynne Moore

Heaven has turned her back to me;
while the damned of hell,
call me….Father.

Oh ravenous hunger!
I am your slave for eternity;
Can you never be satisfied?

Crimson ichor, wet my lips!
For in your burgundy river, I find…
Life that was once mine.

Life, that can never be,
Again…

I taste the sweet, sweet fear.
It makes love to my black soul…
Ecstasy incarnate!

Come my child,
Feed me your lifeblood;
let my sup upon your vitae.

Close your eyes and listen;
Listen to the sound of….
Death!

Your heart works against your will;
It feeds me faster…
and…faster…
and…faster…

Oh crimson ichor…
Yield to me your essence;
fill me as the dog fills the tick.

Awe the last drop…drunk.
It is over now child…
Sleep well…

For when you wake,
you shall call me Master!

You shall call me…
Dracula!

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