<%@LANGUAGE="JAVASCRIPT" CODEPAGE="1252"%> Horror Poetry by Vera

 


The Kelpie

by Christopher Vera




Long ago, upon wet stones
green-topped with moss,
she stood barefoot,
and broken-hearted,

red eyes spellbound
on the surface
of a shimmering secret pool
where the pale moon beckoned her.

That night she swam,
naked for the first
and last time.
She dove down deep

to sleep amid the water plants,
her nightgown folded high above
on those wet stones.
Through her liquid lens

she cursed the moon.
To spite, he sent her
lost boys for her pleasure,
and she fed;

Their souls lie
trapped in the willow
walls of her prison:
Trophies of unwanted conquests.

 

 

Horsemen

by Christopher Vera



Twilight brings the sound of horsemen
rumbling across a whirlpool sky.
Their hooves whip the dark clouds
thick across the night.

Over oceans of air they ride
on trails of blue fire
through the moon’s bitter rings,
herding the wicked through misty black fences.
Swords bite with a flash
that blinds the world as the
lords of chaos cry hoarse
and fall to Earth
in cold shattered droplets.

Mothers coo their children
while fathers latch the windows,
and all pray
for the morning,
for the sun.

 

© Vera, 2007

Vera is the author of several books of poetry, most of which are still in his head, and none of which have ever been published. Poetry allows Vera to document his universe: the natural, unnatural and the supernatural. His work has appeared in Ship of Fools, Heliotrope, Apex and Abyss, and the Magee Park Poet's Anthology. He can always be found at: www.autumnfactory.com