Poems

The Ancient Ram Inn, England — Witness To Despairby Dawg Stone and timber, nailed in centuries’ hush,the Ancient Ram broods beneath Gloucestershire’s crush.Walls sag with secrets, the floorboards confess in moans–a history soaked in sacrifice, splinters and broken bones. No sunlight softens the corners, no laughter survives the night,rooms press in close, air thick with […]

Strategic Everything I do is strategic and the strategy is cold,Every move against the reckoning is strategic and is bold,In the calculated sense of the man who plans the end,And strategic is the word for how I choose to bend. Bend the approach to the target of the fully deserved,Bend the patience to the moment

Strong Bones I woke up in a room that smelled of bleach and borrowed hours,ribs aching like they’d been carved from wet clayand sculpted by a reckless apprenticeNurses shuffled past with clipboards full of quiet judgments,whispering about vitalsand miracles as if either one could be trusted to stay putMy body felt pawned, interest compounding with

South Shields, UK — Poltergeistby Dawg South Shields clings to the shoreline,battered by North Sea wind and rumor,its terraced houses pressed together like secretsbeneath a cold, gray sky. This house, at its heart, refuses to rest.A family who woke to bruisesand threats scrawled backwards in steam on their mirrors. Night brings its currency of dread:sharp,

St. Osyth, Essex, England — The Cageby Dawg Iron bars corroded by centuries of damp breath and dread,cobwebs thick as funeral veils hang in the shadowsof St. Osyth’s Cage–a prison older than mercy,walled in with the cries of those history would rather forget. Moonlight, pale as justice denied,smears itself across the stones,turning the small cell

Stars Unseen Darkness holds the stars unseenEvery shadow a sereneLight within will guide your pathEven when you face the wrathFind the strength amidst the nightShine your way until dawn’s lightUnder skies so vast and wideWe will stand side by sideThrough the fear and all the painOut of darkness we remain

Smurl House, Pennsylvania — Infestedby Dawg Twilight presses in–shadows writhe and ripple along the battered walls,the Smurl House stands, stubborn and silent, bearing the burden of unspoken calls.A relic gnawed by time and darkness,every brick stitched with memories scarred and deep,haunted by something older than grief,a presence lurking where light dares not creep. Every groan

Snedeker House, Connecticut — The Haunting in Connecticutby Dawg In the hush of Connecticut, frostbitten ground wears the mark of sorrow’s root,a house stands at the crossroads, facade cracked beneath perpetual dusk’s pursuit.Once a parlor for the embalmed–each slab and chair remembers grief–mortician’s laughter woven in the dust, embalming fluid steeped in every floorboard. Windows

Shattered Glass Covenant I woke with my face pressed to cracked mirror while something behind the reflection grinned with teeth I’d never grownDark bled through ceiling plaster like ink from a suicide letter,pooling at my feet in accusationsEvery breath tasted of copper and broken vows,the air thick with whispers of drowned men calling my nameI

Skin Deep And Sinking She moves like a rumor through a room of true believersEach eye a convert, every pulse a weak receiverHe’s been down this road before — got the scars to prove the mileageBut the road looks brand new every time,and that’s the real violenceTouch like a match strike, vanish before the smoke