Fantasy…

Everything was a fantasy….

Everything needed an excitement…

Everything should be happy all the time…

A Fantasy makes everything happy….

A small problem….

Fantasy comes with a heavy price….

The Creator has to suffer whatever that is in Hell for the rest of his life…..

And He becomes the villain of his Fantasy…..

But for me it became a little severe….

I tried to make—-No—

I thought of making a new world…

I was made villain that instant…

You see…there is a problem with happy endings…….

Villains are killed…..

And so I was killed even before my Fantasy world was created……….

The End……….

Reste der schwärzesten Nacht

Reste der schwärzesten Nacht Ó Alan Gilbert. 2009.

Embalmed in vaults and archives

Lay memories time and webs encrust.

Though years decay vague visions stay

Of hate and love and lust.

And all the while the crazed machine

That breaks our will and mills to dust

The soul that night has fought to keep

From razor chains defiled by rust.

So formed the thought that spawned the deed

Which raged against creations need.

To curse in blood forever more

And procreated bitter seed.

In wretched form the issue stood

Bereft of feelings, bad nor good,

To face alone the vengeful wrath

Of gaping wounds that cried, “Enough”.

Angellica

Grim reaper standing

hood viciously pointing

face full of decomposition

full of eternal haunting.

Sharpened calcium fingers

emiting an energy of dark power

resulting in a presence of

your final hour

very dour .

Cracking the tombstone

draining the dead , of their remnant flesh

drawing it back into himself

with fulfillment

roaring out yes

he says don’t laugh now

because you might be next

our shoulders may be tapped

and only history knows the rest .

onyx eyes

ONYX EYES

Creatures whine,

under sombre intolerance ,

pallid and dark at the same time ,

you know ,

she aint one of us ,

blood bottled fine wine ,

is a stolen gift out of our populus ,

all clocks now chime ,

its time ,

for mass exodus.

She steps from the portal,

demons hold her long cape,

encrusted in immortal,

medaevil and keyhole shaped ,

celo’s groan a deep mourning ,

for all will not escape ,

her polished onyx eyes ,

capture your aura ,

its all over ,

in the early hours that ,

became too late .

immortality

IMMORTALITY

Screeching violins,

blast out their harrowing orchestrated opusses,

into the distant arcane of immortality .

The sabre toothed sillhouette ,

is standing gallantly ,

dominating the lunar background set,

his head aloft,

with polished opal eyes,

dripping with scarlet.

The stiffened , upturned mauve and black collar ,

hides his ashen nape,

his head revolves like an owl at his prey ,

they cannot escape .

His body lean and thin ,

his face emaciated ,

chilling ,

with a carnivalesque grin,

he then fades into the unknown ,

just hope you dont bump into him again.

normalities negative

NORMALITES NEGATIVE

The hovering white reflective disc in the sky,

emits second hand solar rays,

through a dying victims eye,

Jugular leaking crimson,

as the sillouhetted perpertrater,

hides from the detremental sun,

The feeble wind pipes its softened lament,

Deathly statues flash around,

the ground,

carved in brittle black ,

and bloodstained cement,

White seas black sands,

Another life is cupped ,

in frozen death grasping ,

pallid hands,

Underground ,

negative,

blood syphoning world ,

of life terminating

ill fate,

When colonies of befanged immortal statues ,

find their feast,

they dont equivocate,

The sad profile of a withered victims shell,

lies inbedded ,

in dampened dark sands,

Which make up the beaches,

Far and twisted from the reaches,

of normalities man.