Artist: Josette Scott

SPECTRESVILLE

The gothic ruin atop Grimm's hill  
With flickering light upon the sill  
Invites you of your own free will  
To seek repast in Spectresville  

Hearken to some lurid prose  
Or dark and lonely tales of woe  
Shadows of secrets no one knows  
Here at Spectresville 

But have a care for those inside  
Lest you suffer the evil eye  
And be condemned here to reside  
In the house called Spectresville 

They'll thirst for you, without reprieve  
And keep you hidden like a seed  
Which never blossoms, only bleeds  
Entombed at Spectresville 

So seek receipts of sorrow  
As recompense to borrow  
Your escape upon the morrow  
The realm of Spectresville



FLIGHT OF THE VAMPIRE

He emerged from the shadows,  
with eyes made of light.  
To show me a secret,  
this strange, dark night.  

I watched as he fell  
into Death's embrace.  
Spiraling downward  
Falling from grace. 

Before me he drifted,  
A Spectre in time.  
with unequaled poise,  
and poetic rhyme.  

A voice so alluring,  
charm born of ages.  
Chapters of life...  
Where Death penned the pages. 

Of darkened pursuits  
forbidden pleasures...  
unending hunger,  
sorrows beyond measure...  
"The evening is spent,  
and soon I'll be gone,  
The price of eternity...  
I must flee the dawn." 

He inclined his head,  
with an endearing smile.  
offered a hand  
to walk for awhile.  

"If you must go  
leave just one clue?  
Spare me the memory...  
that I may think of you. 

He smiled again,  
that barbed display.  
Try though I might,  
I could not look away, 

Feral eyes  
glimpsed the pale sky  
a caress to my cheek  
...as he whispered goodbye...



ADIEU

Waiting in the darkness,  
sweet sorrow in your eyes.  
You beckon to me softly  
Willing me to rise. 

But I no longer hear you.  
My heart is cold as stone.  
For I have passed beyond your touch,  
and left you all alone. 

Desperately, I sought the warmth  
Within your blazing eyes,  
Unaware that on the morn  
I’d meet with my demise. 

Grieve not my lonely spectre,  
Though you still roam the night  
But pray that I may welcome you,  
when you seek the light. 



THE SACRIFICE

She’ll come to me, I see her now  
in the bower, moonlit bright.  
Resolute to rescue me  
from the evil’s of the night? 

And how do I persuade her,  
to halt this fruitless plight?  
A child of grace and innocence  
who craves the morning light. 

"I’ll pray for you,  
to save your soul  
and set you on the path.  
To deliver you from endless pain  
And waves of Holy wrath..." 

I entreat you child!  
You mustn’t fret, in vein you plead for me.  
For I am natural to the Dark,  
as salt is to the sea! 

Hope there is, to change her mind,  
and make her truly see.  
A scheme I’ve spun, to end my life  
and set her spirit free... 

It’s over now, The fiend I am,  
I hide inside my tomb...  
The anguish on her youthful face  
entrenches me with gloom. 

Wrong was I to hatch this farce  
for now I understand.  
She bore no thought to undo me,  
but was my greatest fan... 

Sorrow wrung from her sweet eyes,  
she makes her feelings known.  
Alas, no one can comfort her,  
so mournful she has grown. 

This ruination, I have caused,  
fills me with such dread.  
No shoulder can I offer her,  
nor place to rest her head. 

Contentment withers on her brow.  
No solace in the light.  
Yes, it’s time I welcomed her,  
to the tenure of the night...



CLOSURE

I was alone, 
stark and vacant.  
No solace in this darkness 
for it too had breached its kinship, 
and turned against me,  
and threatened to swallow me whole 
Until there was nothing 
save myself and the rawness 
of that fresh grave... 

One shallow, oblong abyss, 
could mock me so completely. 
Strip me of all comfort, 
and leave me frozen  
in a world of loss 
like a living Pleurant, 
with hidden features  
and forged sadness... 

Alas, the burgeoning clouds to enlist judgment...my only company. 
As if allied with my sorrow,  
they pressed together 
like a mountainous brow. 

I wept then, 
beneath that canopy of urgency 
while Heaven strained, 
just as I had,  
to hold back the deluge.....

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