Shahglivis Leviathan

Fire-breather, voraciously
Purging the earth of civilization
Royalty and Peasant alike
Winged black creature
With eyes
Favoring blazing emeralds
The largest of its cast
Feeding off the world
Its very presence
Befouls the sky
Young prentice knight
On allegiant steed
Not wholly aged
No one has ever
Faced this adversary
Without a blink
It radiates on-high
Terminal battle ensues
As if an army of twenty
Would make
A difference
Upright spines
and curling tail
its petrous scales
Are not enough
To protect
The creature
From the
True of heart
The sword is weld
The blade rings true
The heinous creature
Is struck backwards
From the rocky mount
Flesh engulfed
Its blackened bones
Shimmering and
Dissolving like
Fading embers
The young knight
Dying
Brave and given
The steed lay
Broken
Dead
And given
The last of
A breed
These three
The knight
The steed
And
Shahglivis Leviathan

It Was in the Cards

A foray into "body horror" before I even knew the term, circa 1986.

Axe Murder

Hey! There will be a few days intermission before the next installment of  "Trailer Park from Hell."

Here's a gruesome number that I drew at age sixteen or possibly seventeen. Yes, my mother worried about me... (click on it for a larger image, or right click and choose "open link" for an even larger image).

H.P. Lovecraft, a eulogy

The solemn slab below a large oak tree

Floating corpse leaves

whisper of days gone by and
the images and sounds of dark desires

His universe was in shadow of the eternal Cthulhu
dreaming in death of our century and centuries before

Sad, so sad, glide along the ghosts
In their footsteps his old life’s passage

An uncommon sight, we behold his tales
Laughing at time with a mysterious charm

Few people know the secrets of magic
Lovecraft is in the shadow of these tombs

A Foolish Lark

A foolish lark
the house appears before me

A surreal house in the gloom
filled with souls left out

of  heaven and hell
Once called mother, daughter, son or father

The curtains drawn
The stair turns

as I climb
unable to look down

Here it is always night
and always time to play

In the bedroom
sleep will never come

This is a lesson learned
the fool’s doubts revealed

by the sounds I hear
pouring from restless hearts