Category: Young Terrible Poems

Passageways dark and eerie

Under the mountain they lie.

Lakes of deep dark icy black waters.

Small islands of crude cold jagged rock.

So deadly, yet so alluring.

Attracting the brave

and the fool.

Mercilessly drawing them inward

and then in dark corners

slowly pushing a dagger

into their thoughts.

The evil watches as the idiot dies

in the cold and lonesome darkness.

Skeletons perhaps never found

in the sorrow and shame of greed.

Yet gold there is

and riches there are.

The Dark Lords know

that man cannot resist.

He will pursue it until his death.

Other cunning creatures

in their evil ways

are rewarded by the Lords.

 

They get no joy of it.

They sit in dark damp corners

and wallow over their treasure.

Afraid of the light of truth.

They will never know the pleasure

of soft green grass

and the warmth of the sun.

 

Evil little creatures are they

with cunning long fingers.

Many have found their way

round mans throat.

Many have felt the body

struggle and drop

limp within the deadly clasp.

 

Those evil little creatures

that place the blades of daggers

into the stomachs of men.

Watching them fall

weak with pain and shock.

 

Those horrid little cowardice creatures!