Dark Poems

To a place called Horror Palace,
On your guard you must go.
For there’s more than just malice,
You’ll come to know

It’s fright and fun horrors,
You’ll have to bear
Behind which doors,
You’ll be unaware

The music, the stories,
and art is so grand.
Basking in glories
The spirit takes your hand,

It’s for your enjoyment,
Like the rabbit and Alice,
It’s beyond belief,
In a place called Horror Palace

“You have everything to fear!”

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• The Ravens

  The Ravens

  by Ivan Karhoff

  Help me! Help me!
  The Ravens are coming,
  I cannot bear to see.

  There’ll peck my eyes,
  And feast upon,
  me like carrion.

  Their capes of black plumage,
  will cloak me in death.
  I won’t wear it well,
  Gasping for breath.

  Please, help me! Help me!
  Before it’s too late.
  The flutter of wings,
  Are more than omens of fate

• Dark Poetry

  Entertaining, passionate and intriguing – poetry dipped in darkness, then filled with expression that strikes fear into your heart.

  

  Dark poetry is all about visiting a world where so many fear to tread. It opens the doors to beauty on the other side of light. It would also be a novel idea to say that Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds made dark poetry popular with their “Murder Ballads” album, but in fact it has been spawning from some of the earlier poets.

  If you thought that dark poetry was a result of heavy metal or rock then think again. Attempts to find the origins of dark poetry would be cynical, but it’s safe to say it’s nothing new. Mental instabilities, love and religion are most probably the cause of this unique literature and here is a taste of some of the great poets who enjoyed stepping into the sinister side of the life and who weren’t scared to dig a little deeper into the darkness.
  
  
  Edgar Allan Poe
  
  A man who was responsible for numerous literary movements and one of the first writers who was hell-bent on making a living from writing alone, American poet Edgar Allan Poe was born in January 1809. He only reached the age of 40 and what finally killed him is still a mystery. Given that he didn’t make a living through a typical job, he found himself in constant financial trouble. Nevertheless, Poe has produced some of the darkest and scariest poetry the world has seen. Examples of these are “The Raven” and “Spirits of the Dead”. The former tells a story about a man who is mourning the loss of Lenore, the love of his life, while a talking raven pays him a visit. However, the raven only says one word every time the man asks a question, which is “Nevermore”. The poem unfolds as the man slowly drifts into madness while conversing with the raven. It is one of the most famous poems ever written. The latter poem “Spirits of the Dead” sees a dead man talking to another man who is visiting his grave. The spirit conveys how the people that are close to you while alive still surround you after you die. 
  
  
  Lord Byron
  
  Byron was an eccentric character to say the least, and he is still regarded as one of the most influential poets in history. He had numerous love affairs, fought in wars and even exiled himself. He was born in England, January 1788 and at the tender age of 36 he died due to a high fever. Apparently he was a sweet little boy who loved silent rages and revenge. One of his darkest poems, simply titled “The Darkness”, was written in 1816. This was also a year when the sun was literally blotted out by volcano ash, but they didn’t know that. Everyone thought it was the apocalypse, causing riots, suicide and mayhem. The poem is based on this event, although it doesn’t have a happy ending like in the book of Revelations. Instead, Byron emphasises literal pain and torture from hell without the thousand years of peace that follows. “My Soul is Dark” is also something to look for.
  
  
  Frank Bidart
  
  Bidart is still with us and he is an American born poet who studied at the University of California. Born in May 1939, Bidart has gained a lot of credibility as an academic and poet. Indeed, he has written some interesting poems and “Herbert White” is definitely one of them, seeing as he wrote it from the viewpoint of a psychopath. However, the poem “Dark Night” might be especially appealing to those who prefer the night time. Bidart turns the night and darkness into a something positive, as supposed to something typically associated with fear and evil. It speaks of how the mystery of darkness leads to liberation, even though the narrator isn’t sure what he’s going to find. 
  
  
  Elinor Morton Wylie
  
  Elinor struck the world with her beauty and talent for writing poetry. Yet another American poet, Elinor was born in September 1885. Her poems are filled with sensual passion and her multiple affairs and marriages can definitely be seen in her work. Apart from her romantic pieces, she had some dark spells as well. “Poor Earth” is a good example of this, but “Death and the Maiden” along with “Peregrine” really brings it home. “Death and the Maiden” has a nice balance of youth and beauty while implementing Sir Death and terror. In “Demon Lovers” she even refers to herself as Lucifer. 
  
  
  Alfred, Lord Tennyson
  
  One of the most quoted writers according to the Oxford Dictionary of Quotations, Tennyson is responsible for phrases like “Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all”. Born in England on 6 August 1809, Tennyson was a renowned poet although the plays he wrote never really generated any success. What is nice to see is that a romantic poet such as this could write pieces like “Tears Idle Tears”. It is thoroughly depressing, dark, almost apocalyptic and it paints the picture of “friends” from the underworld rising up to greet us. 
  
  
  HorrorPalace
  
  Possibly due to technological advances, dark poetry and literature hasn’t been as popular as it used to be in the times of Lord Byron and Edgar Allan Poe. However, there are still many who ravish the thought of exploring verse and phrase through darker eyes.

  

   

  Using a variety of old and new language styles, even foreign phrases, in a freestyle structure, HorrorPalace is becoming the haven for new age dark poems. Blending basics of the classics, Horror Palace transforms Dark Poetry with more graphic and darker levels filled with the beauty of fear, blood, demons and darkness.  Making the poems more involving, they are accompanied by visual effects such as paintings, grisly pictures, or performed by by characters both on video and by voice –  luring the mind even more.

  HorrorPalace brings Dark Poetry back to a life where the contrast of romance and demise sit around the same table, where heavenly maidens and demons become soul mates and blood is the wine drank from veins instead of cups. It carries the torch for those seeking comfort in torment and sexuality within the dark shades. HorrorPalace is the path on which light will fear to tread…

• Poetry of Dark

  Horror Palace exudes Poetry of Dark,
  Please enter in free will,
  Your journey is about to embark;

  Ravens fly above your head,
  Night is always here,
  It slithers and creeps among the dead;

  Horror is always near,
  Comme le comte de Horror Palace, je dis,
  There’s everything to fear…

• Zombie Finger Licking Good

  

   

  An eerie silence lies
  In a dismal and dark graveyard
  There lies a grisly and scary zombie
  Who feast on human fingers and hands
  Acting evil was his game
  Only ate fingers that were yummy

  Zombie worked best during a thick fog
  Searched for victims who would jog
  Threw them right into an abandoned van
  To cause great distress and sorrow was his plan

  Skulls are split and finger devoured
  The Zombie’s voice echoed

  Come to me, little mortal
  I will bring you to heaven’s portal
  There will be no pain and no sorrow
  Feelings of happiness will follow 

  Come to me, sweet human thing
  Give me your lovely hands and I will make it sing
  Forget your fears 
  Forget your troubles 
  Forget your blood curdling screams
  For your fingers are finger licking good 

  Hold very still and do not scream
  There is no use putting up a fight
  I will take your yummy blood and leave you dying
  Do you think I could be lying?

• My Head Held High

  

  Darkness and evil around me abound, My scream is wretched without a sound, My eyes are wide open, but I can’t see Not in pride, my head’s held high Look what evil’s done to me.

  -Ivan Karhoff

   

• Nothing But Bone and Guts

  

  I once was a man who stood strong and tall,
  Fear never enter my mind at all;

  I walked around with my head held high,
  Never had thoughts that I would someday die;

  But horror took away my strut,
  Now I’m nothing but bone and gut

  -Ivan Karhoff

• Rose Blood Poem I have a poem for you.

  

  Roses are red
  Violets are blue,
  blood tastes so sweet,
  and I want some from you!