Dark Angels

The dark angels they’ve forsaken
White souls of pure perfection
Now night stalkers to awaken
And to collect in deception.
By means of eternal lifestyles
Dark angels to repay lords
To gather and swipe the flies
Like reapers with scythes or swords.
Their sniper eyes to shoot and take
A thieving army of angels kill
Will gather gifts cruelly no debate
And flutter down intently still.

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Maybe it will burn, maybe tomorrow

The phoenix tonight shall live in peace…

Though maybe tomorrow to burn!
Incarnate and combust
Its precious wisdom will yearn
To leave a heap a dust.

Maybe another day will pass
To soar and dive and level
Or maybe it will turn to ash
In search one day to revel.

A time will be in the making
For this bird to fade away
Crumble in early wakening
And hopeful though will stay.

This day dawns on its shoulders
To fly the final sky on a broken wing
As its legendary life smolders
In a blinding dance on the wind.

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Dark dragon wings

Skies beneath black wings
That binds and lashes winds
Knight of the night ride dark
Brash flames rain to burn lark.

Cast on the castle as thunder
And shadow the land under
Dark wings they’ve a hole and tear
Dark dragon through red eyes stare.

The skies defence revel in mist
And dawn a kingdom to resist
This warrior wear blood of night
As dry air burns in to light.

Dark dragon in skies dark your hidden
Rapture and reign the forbidden.

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Night Crawler

In silence i walked the night,
among my village the beast crept,
its footprints on winter white,
lofty snow flakes the sky wept.

Alone in the darkness i stood,
the beast looked upon me — to dine,
so did my heart sink and would,
not in my favor, this walk of mine.

The beast its jaws soon to sting,
still my fate lingers, not to end fast,
dribble by dribble — the snow king,
“Oh!” its riveting body came at last.

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Late Enough Hero

“To the rescue” spoken too often
the catchphrase that he killed
too many their fate go em’
victims in horror not thrilled.
In a costume with an “S” on
like superman but it stood for
“Sorry” as his timing was gone
on the red costume he wore.
His powers untouchable and great
but a watch on his wrist he needed
as the villains would soon escape
calling “Help” the victims pleaded.
News headlines read “The Late Hero!”
since he would turn eventually to
the scene but his help was zero
and “The masked villain” had flew.

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The mirror that took

The mirror now cobwebbed in shame
under a dust carpet it stands
of a fair height gilded frame
on strangled victims lands.

Not ever known and understood
the evil soul that lived inside
to claw youth and life it would
to pass on its antiqueness they died.

Its face covered and clouded
as wounded aware of its truth
in beauty the misery shrouded
to wrench your innocence and youth.

Children would sit to look
in the mirror that aged with raconteur
through hypnosis their youth it took
standing in deceit and grandeur.

Hope and happiness it drew
from a paralyzed audience taken
in a dieing gaze they knew
of help they were forsaken.

The mirrors glamour was deadly
in little eyes the darkness spoke
taking as it could medley
as hands would reach to choke.

Shattered hands appear from within
the mirrored hell it leaves behind
to murder those with youthful skin
The contract toward torment signed.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

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City Worm

The city worm does turn and swell
in sewers of wet it does yet dwell
tunneling through it knew in haste
to belong in slime and grime and waste.

Pass under the cities thunder to live
does dither but slither and give
a slimy but shiny covering of gel
in its home in movement alone it does smell.

City lights in nights the worm does see
through gutters it mutters of thee
and chase the car noises to race and play
but a second worm it does yearn to stay.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

This poem is full of rhymes, i saw someone who wrote a poem with rhymes between lines like normal but also had internal rhyming. So i had a go myself!

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In the Phantoms night

From a lifetime of sleepy hollow,
coffined in the dismal dungeon it lays
to hunt a night and sleep by days
sheltered from the damning sunlight in castle walls it stays.

The phantoms intension’s infused,
blood likened for its lively taste
mortals lie stone cold, stiff and defaced
kneeled on the ground to drink the bleeding its graced.

Offspring they flex and fly,
black bat winged creatures at night
a swarm of a million in flight
leatherbacks circle the skies silvered by moonlight.

Bloodthirsty bats dangle harum-scarum,
red evil eyes they peep
like a tree of black bark they sleep
in wait of the notorious liquid a golden apple to reap.

Peasants divulge their crosses
to revel with fisted hands
behind the village troops the priest he stands
to burn and shatter the evils in protection of threatened lands.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

I have made a couple poems about vampires or phantoms recently but didn’t find it easy, but i think i did a good job of this edit. Its also my first fantasy and fiction poem!

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