Rooftop Rambling

Many are those who seek what is not there

And with neural spasms they decree

God has come to me!

Deadly Portrait

Grim's cadaver's grin

Sharp & wet

As the scythe's curve

Glistening with liquid red at rest upon slender shoulder

Staining long flaxen hair with gore

The Dawning

Quiet darkness fills the land

As realization dawns

How sharp those crystal edges

When Man hears the death knell

And knows it is too late

Graveyard Dust

Someone walks across a grave

Long forgotten & overgrown

As weeds cover the weathered stone

And in the past a man of 29 shivers

Drawing close his cloak in the rain

Grim's Marionettes

A cadaver's smile

Dark & twisted

Grim watches seething blackness cover all

His ravens fly out across the sky

Over mutilated flesh & rivers of blood

Winging in havoc direction

To visit the Left Behind

For the battleground was lost

And Grim reigns here in sickly splendor

Gazing at his fleshy marionettes

A Toast to the Dead

Roses dripping blood at midnight

Ravens nipping at a unicorn carcass

The Council of Wolves waits their turn

Grim surveys the scene

While quietly laughing corpses

Watch the spiders dance a giant web round a satyr

A slender hand raises to signal a halt

And raises a glass of black bile

A toast to the dead