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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Fang Fic – A Vampire Vignette

Fang Fic – A Vampire Vignette

By J. Lynne Moore

Dearest Alucard,

My mind is filled with irrational thoughts. Ever since you came to Japan, I have not been able to clear the last words you spoke to me from my consciousness. I knew others of my kind existed, but no one of your caliber…no one who could be my equal.

Darling, I am not so naive to think that you could ever truly love me, but I will, with the whole of my existence, strive to be your most faithful companion.

Seras Victoria, is nothing but a dirty-blood; though she shows you great loyalty, she can never understand what it is to be pure.

Allow me to be your queen, we will rule the shadows together. Let me spend eternity proving that I am the woman that deserves to be at your side. You know the power that is held within my veins. You know that with me by your side, we will be unstoppable.

Alucard, let my words not fall on deaf ears. Eternity is ours, the night is ours…we can take the House of Hellsing to heights that it has not known before.

I eagerly await your reply,
Your humble servant…

Love,
Saya Otonashi

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A Wicked Brew

A Wicked Brew

By J. Lynne Moore

Her steady hand moved with grace,
As the cauldron bubbled in this wicked place.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,
She would have her revenge, for she knew the truth.

Banished he would be, from his sinful life,
No more to cause her dead heart strife.

The wings of a fly and a rotten toad,
The sweat from a horse a sailor rode.

Forty-two stalks of swamp root grass,
A pinch of ruby dust and the gills of a bass.

Boil it for five and stir it twice,
Then test the juice out on a pair of mice.

Victory would be hers by the break of dawn,
One tiny sip and he would be gone.

No more would he lie, no more would he cheat,
In moments he would be sitting in the devil’s seat.

“Drink my love, your morning brew.”
She cackled to herself, “If he only knew!”

He thought he was smart and oh so clever,
Now he calls hell home, forever and ever.

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Mermaids

Mermaids

By J. Lynne Moore

Silver ripples float on a cobalt sea,
As whispers swirl in the subtle wind.
Kaleidoscope flowers feed the honey bees,
The line between realms starts to bend.

For if you sit silent and still,
A bit of magic may be revealed;
An enchanted spectacle sure to thrill,
As mythical mermaids are unconcealed.

With scales of sage and crimson and gold,
They splash about in the mermaid cove;
And when they moon is full, bright and bold,
It shines its spot light on this treasure trove.

Locks of seaweed drape their elegant frames,
Their fishy tails flip, flap and flop;
And sway with the tide as it waxes and wanes,
You’ll hope their siren songs never stop.

As the sky breaks with lemony light,
The magical vale begins to thin and fades;
Before you know it, they are all out of sight,
And ends the dance of the mystic mermaids.

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