I wrote this not to be scary, but I thought I would give everyone a chuckle for Christmas

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS DARK OR AN ACCOUNT OF A VISIT FROM THE ELF OF DARKNESS

Twas the night before Christmas dark, when all throughout the house
Not a demon was stirring, not even a louse
The stockings with holes were hung by the chimney with fear
In hopes that the darkness would steer clear.

The rug rats were nestled in their beds but not yet dead
While visions of naughty things danced in their heads
And mummy in her wrap, and I in my hat with a strap
Had just settled for a long winter filled nightmarish nap.

When on the lawn arouse such a ghostly chatter
I sprang from my bed, just in time to watch the ghosts scatter
Away to the window I flew like a lightning flash
Tore open the shutter and threw out the trash.

The moon on the breast of a foul mouthed ghoul
Gave the luster of midday, making things look as if they glow
When, what to my blood shot eyes should bring fear
But a miniature black chariot and eight tiny things from the darkness from which you should steer clear.

With a little old driver looking deadly and sick
I knew in a moment it must be the elf from the darkness that is so black and thick
More rapid than vultures, his courses they came
And he moaned and groaned as he called the all by name.

Now Jeffrey! Now Albert! Now Strangler and Ripper!
On Charles! On Ted! On Son of Sam and o coarse the Night Stalker who holds such allure
To the top of the tomb stones, to the top of darkness and it's hall
Now go away, go away, go away all.

As dry leaves before the wilderness of evil flies
When they met with an obstacle, they may die
So up to the haunted house top the dark things flew
With a wagon full of woes and Sandy Claws too.

And then in a tumble I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of the thing;s black black hoofs
As I drew in my hand, and at first I heard not a sound
Down the chimney Sandy Claws came with a very noisy bound.

He was dressed in all black fur from his ugly head to foot
And his clothes were all raggedy and dirty, this poor fellow really needed a new suit
A bundle of switches he had flung on his back
And he looked of the darkness, I'm amazed I didn't have a heart attack.

His eyes how blood shot they were, he was so round and hairy
His cheeks, they really did sag, he really looks like a dark evil fairy
His droll little mouth, a smile it did lack
And the beard on his chin was the color of charcoal black.

The stump of a stick held in his teeth
I stood there saying to myself please be brief
He had like a disfigured face and he could actually drag his belly
That shook when he laughed and looked like he had visited quite a few delis.

He was fat and saggy looking like a troll or an elf
And I almost screamed when I saw him, I had to get a hold of myself
A wink of his blood shot eyes, and a twist, all the way around went his head
Soon gave me to know I had everything to dread.

He spoke not a word as around the Christmas tree he lurk
Sitting his switches all around, then with a yelp and a jerk
And laying his long nailed finger aside his disfigured nose
And giving a horrid look, he seems to have vanished. Where did he go?

He ran to his black chariot, and growled to his team to go
And away they flew very very slow
But I heard him growl as he disappeared from my eye
Happy Christmas to all and on this nigh you won't die.

Sometimes when I am totally alone, I know there is some one watching me
The air becomes bone chilling cold, truthfully I don't like what I feel
You know how it is, feeling things that just can't be
The feeling so strong, you know these things aren't imagination, these things are very real.

Sometimes things like this occur when one is not alone
When this happens, keeping up the act like everything is fine, in front of others, a times this can be very hard
Sitting with some one else, laughing and talking while you are chilled to the very bone
These feelings always keeping one on their utmost guard.

Where do they come from? Is there really an after life, another side
Even Einstein thought there were other dimensions
Some people just have the keen ability, where those in another dimension just can't hide
The feelings at times can feel like they weigh a ton.

They can't hide, I know they exist and they are there
No doubt in my mind, there are other dimensions, there is definitely another side
Some don;t believe in such things, well, they have never felt an invisible undeniable stare
A lot of us keep silent, we choose not in others to confide.

If we tell others what we experience, they look at us like we are totally insane
But those of us that feel, to their existence we need no proof
Why would a person lie? I don't think by admitting this there is no monetary gain
People like me from the others we cannot remain aloof.

You can't hide from them, from the other dimension, they always make their presence known
I don't think they mean to scare us, they just want to be remembered, starved for human companionship
But from where they reside, a feeling of warmth, of love, they can no longer have, I feel the longer they re there, the more their yearning has only grown
My heart goes out to those that are lost, knowing what they yearn, but into another dimension, without their permission, they have slipped.

Some may not consider this poem as dark but to me it is!

Within the deep dark caverns of my mind, I shall celebrate the holidays my way
I can't cook for my family or physically show them my love
But in my mind, even though they are in the grip of death, I can visit them everyday
I know within my heart they are looking down on me from above.

Only in my mind can I imagine all the fun with the on Christmas mourn
I can set out the presents and have a big family meal
Death took all of you away from me, but in my imagination I have no need to mourn
I can be with each of you and it seems so very real.

I can watch my children as they open their gifts with a happy smile on their face
I can visualize my Mom proudly smiling while she watches her grand children
I can smell the dinner I have prepared carefully with love, this puts a smile on my face
I pretend this because it eases the pain death to me sent.

I can even imagine the children gathered around the fireplace, and the warmth I feel in my heart
I feel the immense love from a family I tragically lost
I do this to keep my sanity, and help ease the pain that feels like a knife within my heart
Fate dealt me a very bad hand, I paid a very heavy cost.

I can see all six of my children, my siblings, and my Mom and dad
All this in real life I have terribly missed
But in my mind I can always imagine what I could of had
Every holiday I do this, if only I could hug them and give them a kiss.

Anyone familiar with my writing knows I usually write of the darkness so what could be darker than have your way of lifr snatched away, in saying this I pay homage to the Native American

I awaken in the dark to the sound of a coyote as it howls
As I look at the stars from the cold ground, I see the brilliance of a full moon
The dogs within my village, I hear them as they bark and growl
With the sun rising, I hear the morning birds sing a happy tune.

I arise from the ground, that I sleep upon, going to the tepee to check on my father and mother
After I do this, I start the hardships of my every day chores
I an Indian, our life and livelihood has never been easy, but I have never known of another
A life of luxury and being free, I am Indian, I have never heard of this before.

In another tepee, I go as I will try to awaken my sisters and brothers
In a life of total respect and determination, I have never encountered a hardship, I consider to big
My people, such pride I have in them, within our small tribe we are all brothers
We all stick together, like on a fig tree, the very figs.

We are a peaceful, tranquil people, loving and respecting everything the land has to offer
Praying to our Gods, in our daily endeavor just to live and survive
Usually when we have a problem, our people with each other, we will confer
To get through our everyday existence, assuring all the people remain alive.

I hunt for food, farm the land, making sure our people never go hungry
Some days, the braves fish, and from the lake we draw water so we can quench everyone's thirst
I pray to the Gods, someday our live will be easier, I beseech you to please hear my plea
All our tribe our family, no one is above the other, we always put another first.

The mysticism and magic of our tribe, it is in our blood, it remains very strong
But life can some times be very hard, I am just a brave, a lowly servant and man
But no where else on Earth would I rather belong
I am proud, always holding my head high, try to understand, I am Cheyenne.

As I sit here looking at my window, I look upon a beautiful winter wonder land
The snow on the ground, looks like the earth has snuggly gone to sleep under a white blanket
I know it is so cold outside, but the beauty I see, well the scene is in no way bland
Even the bare tress, look like upon this scene they just fit.

There is even a small steam, snaking it's way through the white, with the help of the sun, looks so very bright
Looking from my window, the entire scene, just takes my breath away
The sun starts to go to sleep and soon this scene will be under the cover of night
But even under the illumination of light, from this beauty no one would want to stray.

I cam still make out everything under Florissant lights or the light of a full moon
I feel non threatened from anything I am viewing here
The moon itself, hanging in the sky, looks like a big round yellow balloon
Just total beauty, I see no reason to fear.

I soon retrieve myself a cup of hot herbal tea
Just the thing to hit the spot on a night like this
But soon things would drastically change by something I would see
The unusual thing I am about to see, no one would miss.

Enjoying my tea as I soak in the beauty from out side
My perception of what I see, is disturbed by something I just can't explain
In the darkness, illuminated by the moon, I see a figure all clad in white, looking like it could be a bride
It is free floating about the snow, I have to question, am I am going insane?

My house longs ago was a church, and I know of a story, of a bride that never made it here, in an accident she was killed on her very special day
How I perceived the entity I saw, I really think I was visited by her
When I saw her, sadness and anguish filled my soul, this happened without a delay
I am not afraid, I fill I was especially chosen, for this thing to occur.

As I sit here looking at my window, I look upon a beautiful winter wonder land
The snow on the ground, looks like the earth has snuggly gone to sleep under a white blanket
I know it is so cold outside, but the beauty I see, well the scene is in no way bland
Even the bare tress, look like upon this scene they just fit.

There is even a small steam, snaking it's way through the white, with the help of the sun, looks so very bright
Looking from my window, the entire scene, just takes my breath away
The sun starts to go to sleep and soon this scene will be under the cover of night
But even under the illumination of light, from this beauty no one would want to stray.

I cam still make out everything under Florissant lights or the light of a full moon
I feel non threatened from anything I am viewing here
The moon itself, hanging in the sky, looks like a big round yellow balloon
Just total beauty, I see no reason to fear.

I soon retrieve myself a cup of hot herbal tea
Just the thing to hit the spot on a night like this
But soon things would drastically change by something I would see
The unusual thing I am about to see, no one would miss.

Enjoying my tea as I soak in the beauty from out side
My perception of what I see, is disturbed by something I just can't explain
In the darkness, illuminated by the moon, I see a figure all clad in white, looking like it could be a bride
It is free floating about the snow, I have to question, am I am going insane?

My house longs ago was a church, and I know of a story, of a bride that never made it here, in an accident she was killed on her very special day
How I perceived the entity I saw, I really think I was visited by her
When I saw her, sadness and anguish filled my soul, this happened without a delay
I am not afraid, I fill I was especially chosen, for this thing to occur.

Somebody didn't read the rules . . .

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If you listen carefully, you can hear the voices of those that so tragically died from long ago
Reaching out across space and time, hoping present mankind hears their pitiful pleas
They so unjustly died, from the black death, they had no place to run and hide, no protective place to go
They reach out to remind us to remember them because this is not how it was meant to be.

People from this time period had no way to logically understand what was happening to them
Literally dropping like flies, fighting something so small with the naked eye they could not see
Bacteria wasn't;t known about in these times, in that time everybody's future looked very dim
One third of Europe's population, would end up paying a tremendous fee.

They want to warn us, not to succumb to the same fate as they did
All the death, no one was immune, it included women, children, and men
Coming from a foreign sure, within the rats the disease hid
Making each presence known, by inviting one and all to death's gloomy den.

People didn't understand the disease, they thought the devil was at play
They had no science to explain this deathly, ungodly thing
In their world death would run rampant, each and every day
They surely knew the song of death, each day they had to sing.

In a time of religious turmoil, these people really had no idea what was going on
They thought that God was punishing them wondering what they had said or done
So many died, but one culprit by itself, it stood all alone
It would become known as the plague, the black death, so many by it's stinger, they were stung.

Those from long ago, want others to remember, so they don't fall prey, to the very same thing
But today there is chemical war fare to worry us, well at least those from long ago, they didn't have to worry about this
They want us to remember, knowing what the black death could very well bring
The souls lost crying out, they did not wish to die in vain, crying remember, because they wish no one with death to share a kiss.

only one word comes to mind when i read these words. Epic. you are in posession of some superb writing skills.

Today, I received a cable, you were in trouble and needed my help
An Irishman stands beside his Kindred, no matter what the problem may be
You now reside in New York, so here I must go, to give you my help
I will always be here, you know that you can always depend upon me.

I have to find my way to South Hampton to board a ship going to New York, but not just any ship, this ship has adopted the name the ship of dreams
Dawning the reputation as unsinkable, boarding her, this reputation, this ship I felt more safe on this one, more than most
Of all the luxury liners I have ever seen, of the crop, she is definitely the cream
Soon we are on our way, I watch as land disappears from sight, from our sight it totally disappears, the coast


I haven't been anywhere in years, so saving my money, I was able to travel in first class
Never anticipating I had any reason to despair
I never expected, our ship would end hitting a frozen, big, white mass
Not expecting anything, most of us were enjoying ourselves without any thought or any cares.

For two days, even though the air was bitter cold, we would enjoy this palace that floated upon the water
Many made the remark," Even God himself couldn't sink this ship"
How arrogant does that make man sound? Soon, we would find our self in a situation, one in which we could not deter
Soon from the cold Atlantic herself, we would all take a sip.


The last night, on a Sunday, so many of us would perish and die
The mass of ice, protruding from the darkness of night, this would end beaconing our demise
So many of the dying, they would end questioning the Almighty as to why
Seven hundred of us were saved, including myself, but fifteen hundred on that night would die.

See some challenged the Almighty, that should have known his answer would me one of biblical proportion
Showing mankind, he was always the one in charge, holding man's fate within his hands
On that faithful Sunday night, Titanic again would never see the light of the sun
When I finally reached you, I was a totally changed man, one of the saddest in the land.

Looking out upon the giver of life, the River Nile, each year at this time I pray the same prayer
If you do not flood, the plains of the Nile, there will be famine and starvation, my own family may succumb and die
So I stand before you just a simple man, Rah, God of the life giving sun, shine your light upon my crops, so they are fertile, and my family will be fed, I bow before you, my God, you are so alienate and fair
Hapi, God of the Nile, hear my plea, you are a benevolent God, and in your decisions I dare not question you as to why.

Oh, God, Hapi, God of the Nile, you haven't failed me yet, to make sure my family is protected and cared for
Each year, oh, Hapi it seems you intervene to keep the God Set at bay
Set, a God I so fear, him being the deliverer of chaos, seems you always step in, my God, Hapi, each year the harvest seems better than the year before
I have no way to thank you, except with my reverence and respect, within your divine countenance, oh Hapi, it is my wish to never stray
Find it within your being, to continue your blessings, I bow to you, for your blessing, I could ask for nothing more.

Hapi, I pray to you, you are a creation of Amun creator of everything and all
I am but a simple man, a farmer, really not worthy of the blessings that you so freely bestow
I try to keep the goddess, Tefnot happy, so the rain will always continue to fall
Tefnot, goddess of the rain, hear my unworthy plea, so the River Nile may always continue to flood and flow.


Hapi, you must work hand in hand with Tefnot, to assure each year the waters of the Nile will rise
Flooding the surrounding land to ensure many a bountiful crop
Just as Rah rides his chariot of light through the day, each and every night, he must go to the under world, he must actually die
But each day he arises, bringing a brand new day, others may get in his way, but his duty to his people, no one can ever stop.

So, my God Hapi, your unworthy servant asks your help, for yet another year
Beseeching to you, bless the waters of the Nile, as you have always freely done
Apep, keeping this chaotic Goddess at bay, making sure the waters flood, so not one of your servants experience any type of fear
Amun, always having a hand in controlling the rain, just as you do the sun.

My benevolent God, Hapi, I know you hear all my prayers, just as you do others
You are dependable, seeing to it by the waters, no one goes hungry and all your subjects are fed
We need a bountiful crop, so we all may be fed, in Amun's domain of Egypt, we are all brothers
You keeping all the chaos away, after everything done, everything said.

Each night, I do the exact same thing, trapped, I have no choice in what I must do
Something happened to me long ago, something that would change my life forever and a day
Living a normal life, never more, my choices in this matter are very few
I feel as if I am chained to a life, one from which I will never get away.

Only being able to go out at night, I miss the light of day shining on my face
For eons, I have been destined to roam, never being to get away
Something I am forced to crave and search for in my mouth I always crave the taste
I have to have the this, another's life force, the blood, destined to search for this forever and a day.

I sleep during the day, but at night, others beware, take heed, and for me others must watch out
Never meaning others harm, I can;t help myself, this ungodly thirst, this thing I must quench
People know I exist and they know what I do, in this there are no doubts
Be aware of me! I will only bring death, her sting and her stench.

Once I held respect in the eyes of other, now all they see in me is a plague upon this old planet
I used to hold a position, that when some one saw me, they would bow to me in reverance and respect
Seems what I am now, in stone it is set
But now I am doomed, people fear me, because I am a member of a certain sect.

I roam this earth, not happy with what I am and what I must do
Long ago, the bite of a bat, would forever change my life and the path I was forced to take
I long for human companionship, but in this lonliness, my choices are very few
So, everyone beware, take heed for your own sake.

Destined to forever roam, in search of the life force I so desperately need
This force within my damned soul, makes me forever search, for the thing I so desperately need
The blood, long ago for this was planted that diabolical seed
I try to resist, but in the end I must feed.

So, everyone, if you see me, turn away, go the other way
I;m alive, but yet, I am a member of the undead
From this ungodly existence, from this I can never stray
A bat caused my misfortune, down a path of damnation, I am forever led.

From my five volume fantasy series Of Atlantis
Many years ago, I was a sickly sort of man
But now I am very powerful, I can over come most anything that stands in my way
To become as powerful as I am, some of the things I had to do, were not part of my plan
I am Orion, so power is mine to claim, with the Goddess Sia on my side from her I will never stray.

I stole the most sacred of stones, the stones that were of Cheyenne
These magical stones fed off devastation and destruction, then the power they harnessed are directly fed to me
When I stole the stones, in a hurry, I unknowingly dropped one, then it was found by my nemesis, one lone solitary man
Percius is his name, but as far as he goes, I will always take a stand, there is no way, I will let him ever beat me.

Once I was just an ordinary man, but then I experience the sweet taste of power
Then beyond a shadow of a doubt, this is the path I decided to take
With Sia by my side, everyone from me better deter
Staying out of my path, everyone should do for their own sake.

With everything on my side, unstoppable is what I have become
Once just a sick shell of a man, now I am an unstoppable man
Any one that gets in my way, will end up paying a tremendous sum
I want to control the universe, the world, and every land.

So, my taste for power made me what I am today
Once just a shell of a man, very weak and sick
I will hunt down, every source to make me more powerful, without any delay
Whatever it takes, power will be mine, this I swear, just like my name is Uric.

I too am shackled to the night. unable to be myself in the light of day. behind closed doors and in the dark i am something else entirely.

the longing and desperation in this piece seem so real. your use of poetic might is well received and much appreciated. thank you for this gift to all the eyes that happen to take in this work.

This is very true I lived it

Fate dealt me a very bad hand, when my mom died when I was only eight
I learned how to grow up early, to help with preparations, to put my mom away
My dad we couldn't find, over seas, in the navy, we just couldn't find him, this broke my heart, I thought my parents were soul mates
My maternal grandmother left sanity for awhile, she was so grief stricken, she raised me after my mom's death, but when she died, my grandmother from reality, just went away.

A friend of the family and I, choose everything to ensure my mom had a decent funeral
My mom had two brothers and one sister, and they were really never very close
They lived all across the U.S., so it was up to me, with help I made sure within the funeral to cover every detail
I wanted to put my mom away as nice as I could, about this somber fact, I do not want to boast.

The night before the funeral, my aunt choose to stay in my room with me
Just like my mom, I never liked my aunt
I know my mom used to tell me, how she and my aunt had taken sibling rivalry to a different plane, they did not get along at all, my mom didn't want my aunt around me
My mom and her sister, to get along, they never did, my mom would tell me, how much she disliked my aunt.

Having an extra bed in my room, my aunt decided that she would sleep here
But that would end up being a mistake, one she would remember to the day she died
At only eight my opinion, didn't matter much, I did not want her in my room, from her I wanted to steer clear
I didn't like her, her presence I did not want to abide.

I wasn't the only one that felt this way, soon my aunt would learn
Soon we were startled by an unusual knocking from the walls
A rocking chair at the end of my bed, started to rock on it's own, to my aunt this became a matter of concern
This scared my aunt, she left my room, but I knew it was my mom, she hadn't wanted my aunt around me at all.

After she left, all the unexplainable activities, they just totally stopped and went away
Seems my mom got her message across, even from the realm of the dead
I was never scared as I knew my mom would never hurt me, but my aunt in the matter, she didn't have a say
My mom, on that night made her wishes very clear, my aunt understood, after everything done, everything said.

My heart goes out to you. Thank you for sharing your story.

A moving piece of work. Thank You.

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