The Siren

Wondering on a shore of nightmares, he hears her beckoning cry

Come to me fair adventurer, I will cause heart to stop and lips to sigh

Following her voice, he becomes trapped by the tendril of unknown things

His mind cannot resist the terror and beauty of the song she sings

Seduced by her spell of woe, he is broken, all free will is lost

Through searing pain he prays to the gods she is worth the cost

Now as his journey ends, he falls into her arms, all final agony embraced

Never has he felt such elation as this, as her poisonous lips he tastes

Lost within her spell of intoxication, he is bound by unbreakable seam

Forever now will he be hers, soul to sleep and heart to scream

The Warmonger's Lot

Hollow skulls break upon the ground beneath his feet, crushed like fall leaves in the prime of that dying season.

Long it seems since the time he last visited the place of his peace and joy.

His steed paws the ground, not from nervousness, but in anticipation for what is to come. 

He too must admit to the elation that washes over him, brought on by the sounds of some sad soul being pierced by vicious barbs. 

Cry to heaven fool, naught but the crows will hear your voice, for your end signals the beginning of an everlasting feast for all manner of carrion fowl.

The wind carries with it now the sound of horn and drum.

Mounting steed and drawing blade the time for his reaping has come.

The ears of his foes bleed from his piercing laughter as he rides through their ranks, now drunk with the endorphins of battle. 

Should he have missed this as he does? As a man misses a lost lover so he has missed this field of  woe.

His foes soon turn to flee, only to be consumed by the fire of his insatiable appetite for death and war.

The crimson sun begins its decent below the horizon, as the final cries of the fallen sound throughout.

Once green, the field now is stained with bile, and will soon flourish from the decaying essence of his enemies.

The wind carries with it now the smell of death and rot.
Fools they were to place their souls within reach of the Warmonger's lot.

The Terrible Twins of Twilight

Tonight
The Terrible Twilight Twins take their terror to trammel
Tonight
Their tendrils tight torment, they tease, they tweeze, they tear
Tonight
Their teeth together take the townsfolk to the tower
Tonight
Their twining torture’s teach The Twilight Toddler’s Tale

The Twilight Toddler’s Tale

No door can withhold them, no eye may behold them
Vicious and cruel and mean
Cursed by the Day and bewitched by the Night
Tis the Terrible Twins of Twilight
Their ride comes with sorrow, there presence with scream
With countless visions and nightmares they teem
Forsaken by  Day and Forgotten by  Night
Tis the Terrible Twins of Twilight
Hear it clear and learn it well
This tale of foreboding I sing
When Night kisses Day and Day lay with Night
Fear the Terrible Twins of Twilight

The Ardent Watchman

Quiet my life, so peaceful in the day
I watch below the city gates, the children are at play
And I smile through all the morning

At dark my life so viciously awakens
By ghouls and demons of the night my dreams are taken
And I sweat though all the night

Now the warning bell throughout is sounding
Oh, it rings, it screams, it aches my head with pounding
And I watch through all the morning

The coming doom echoes,  I hear its thundering cry
The footfalls of ten thousand soon arrive
And I sharpen my blade through all the night

The time for blood has come and they are screaming
The dieing fall before me, their bile I am spilling
And I slaughter till the morning

Cold my life, the widows cry their mourning
The crows they peck they peal from the abhorring
And I will bury dead through all the night

Maiden of the Clover Field

She lay in silent beauty unseen
Red dress bleeding upon the green
Sun warms her pale skin so fair
Soft wind combs through auburn hair
A sight to force the hardest heart to yield
Oh, the fair maiden of the clover field

It was a cold, sickly night when they stole her away
They flew far and sold her, to cruel King of the Fey
Her Love rode through darkness and searched long in vain
Oh never again would he feel such insufferable pain
At last he arrived at gates bitter and torn
And was fast turned away, flesh by arrow was shorn
With a cry he begged they let his Love home
And received naught but laughter that chilled to the bone

That night like a thief he bested the walls
Crept to the tower and wandered its halls
He found her asleep his maiden so fair
Combed his hand gently through beautiful hair
She awoke with a start and tore fast away
For behind him there stood the King of the Fey
With cruel laughter mocking, the Fey withdrew blade
Her silent tears fell, begging His wrath to be stayed

They lay in silent beauty unseen
Red hearts bleeding under the green
Cold now is their pale skin so fair
Forever in twine lay their blood soiled hair
A thought to force the hardest heart to yield
Oh, the slain lovers beneath the clover field

Ever Restless Sleep

Ever Shadow reaches for me

Causes my heart to fall into her keep

Black Dream follows, Silent Cry echos

Oh their dread under my bed awaits 

To awaken Ever Restless Sleep

Ever Shadow crawls and creeps

Is made from countless tendril heaps

Black Dream consists of naught but air

A deathly breeding, brooding fear

Silent Cry a severed walking tongue

Runs about devouring our young

And Ever Restless Sleep

The mother of them all

They move to her every whim and call

She causes youth to fade and eyes to bleed

She is the ever piercing, itching seed