Poems

The Cursed PaintingThe artist’s soul, in paint confined, a spirit bound by sorrow’s bind, Each viewer feels the chilling pull, as the painted eyes see all.Brushstrokes whisper silent screams, darkened hues of broken dreams, Figures move when no one’s there, a spectral dance in the open air.Beware the cursed painting’s stare, a haunting tale beyond […]

The Demon in the MirrorIn an old decrepit mansion, where the light refuses to stay, A mirror hangs upon the wall, a relic of a darker day.Within its glass a demon lurks, a creature bound by ancient curse, It waits for those who dare to gaze, to drag them to a fate far worse.The mirror’s

The Chaos of Fluffy BunniesIn twilight furrows where ancestral bones enrich the rye-grass loam,Soft tyrants muster, draped in innocence, declaring hearth and field their home;Their fanged smiles glisten—pearl and scarlet—syllables of violence spelled in breath,A paradox of plush and plague, reciting psalms that conjugate with death.Cotton cloaks a calculus of ruin, every whisker angles dark

The Cunning of the FluffySoft fur masks the murderers’ cruel delight,Innocent faces belie the horror’s bite.Beneath the moon’s pale eye, the warren plots in stealth,Each twitch a calculated move, each hop a theft of health.Plotting in shadows where malevolence dwells,Their fluffy tails sway as their wickedness swells.The empty fields grow silent—graves unmarked by stone—For cottontails

The Butcher Room The keys rattled low like a deathbed cough.Mold in the walls, and the doorknob’s off.There’s blood in the grout and a child’s faint hum:“Chop goes the cleaver, now daddy won’t come.” It was boarded for years but the boards gave in.The basement grinned with butchered sin.They found her apron and half a

a shadow creeps with deadly power, with a blade that glimmers in the moonbeam.The campers sleep, unaware, of the terror that’s lurking there, Their dreams of summer days turned to nightmares in the slasher’s haze.silent screams that echo evermore, A hunt that ends in cold despair, with no one left to hear the prayer.The slasher

The Bunny Army RisesThey waited years in the crawlspaces—silent, fidgeting, gnawing drywall,Chewing electric wires and plotting mutiny behind every garage wall.No bedtime story warned of what was crouching in the grass,No scientist measured the coming storm as it gathered mass.Gardeners noticed holes but blamed it on the rain,While rabbits tallied every slight and remembered every

The Bunny TrapIn the suffocating hush of a midsummer dusk, gold sunlight slipping beneath the edge of the yard,We laid our hopes and simple malice in a box baited with carrot, naïve in our sense of guard.The garden—every row coaxed from clay with calloused hands and prayer—was our sanctuary,A place where the sweat of long

Sinister Playground Welcome to the sinister playground,where the shadows dance and scream.A twisted world of nightmares,worse than any dream. The games are dark and filthy, the rules are made to break,and every step you take, you’ll feel the ground shake. The clowns are laughing louder, with madness in their eyes,their painted smiles hiding lies, underneath

The Borden Curse In the dead of the night, a scream echoes loud.The Borden house stands, wrapped in a shroud.The axe is the answer, the blood on the floor.The curse is alive, knocking at the door. Lizzy stands still, eyes cold as the grave.Her soul’s in the dark, and it’s ready to cave.The whispers around