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Message found on the Ninety-nine Steps

Dreams are eldritch things,
Made from cobweb silk frantically stitched together
With the silver needles of desire.
The end result of this desperate labor
Is an ephemeral sheet that one claps closely about one’s trembling body
As the ebon teeth of night devour the sun
And one breathes one’s small sacrificial offering to Morpheus, son of Hypnos,
Lord of all dreams.
But one must beware, ...

GOTHIC

The Night descends like a living cloak.
I want to scream, but the words just choke
in my throat, no matter how hard I try.
My ears are filled with bloodcurdling cries
as Quasimodo dances to the ringing bells
amid the smoke and the sulfurous smell.
On the wall the thick, red blood drips down,
where the Roman Legions ran me to the ground.
A filed-toothed cannibal munches my brains
from my polished skull; all that ...

Shadow Voices

From the dark shadows of the hall
Echoing silently, softly off the walls
The voices drift to me as I sit in my recliner
With my nose buried in a book.

Although the voices are most insistent—
I do not spare them a single instant,
Nor raise my eyes from the printed page
To even take a moment’s look.

For the voices are but there to remind me
Of all the bad things that would confine me.
...

COBWEBS

Sitting in near darkness,
I watched a spider spin a silken web.
The fragile threads were wove
Into a complex pattern of crisscross
Lines, a geometric
Design that might have been difficult to
Reproduce easily.
Yet this tiny artist expected only
Her daily sustenance.
Of such humble souls is the heaven made...

Jonathan Blade
© 12/15/97
Published in The Aurorean, Winter 1997

Danse Macabre

Around the silent headstones
in the cold moonlight,
burnished bones gleaming with unearthly glow;
they dance to the beating
of each fearful heart that’s pleading
for this nightmare to simply vanish! Enough!
But as the rat-tat-tat of the heart continues
and the blue lights flicker
on the top of every tomb,
the shades weave in and out of shadows
in a ghastly tarantella,
the moonbeams dancing with ...