Fantasy and Supernatural Novels by B.B. Walter

This page will include the poetry that I've tinkered with from time-to-time in my life. Please, do note that I do not have any intention of publishing this work officially, but that all items are copyrighted and are the legal property of B.B. Walter. My primary reason for posting them on this site is that I've had several fans ask to read my "earlier" works, and most of those works were in poetical form. 

**Also, please note, that my poetry is generally classified as "dark" or "gothic" poetry and some may contain imagery of graphic, violent, or disturbing content. I was a strange child

Nightfall 

Have you ever felt the cool breeze of night upon your skin?

Have you ever seen the trees shrouded in moonlight?

Or listened to the way the birds sing in the skies?

I have experienced all these --

Seen the majesties of nightfall and

the stars twinkle in the vast, black heavens.

Have you seen all these things under heaven,

or walked through the woods with the wind tickling your skin

like tiny, magic fingers?  And

then you tumble to the ground to serenade the moon

and bask in the precious glory of these

things beneath the navy blue sky,

or perhaps it's a black sky,

adorned with glowing and blinking eyes of heaven.

Only simple pleasures such as these

can make a person's skin

shimmer and radiate beneath the light.

It can make your soul dance with glee, and

do a jig of happiness, or

laugh insanely beneath the vast open sky.

Stand up and spin in circles in the pitch black darkness

and scream your frustrations to the demons of hell ---

and the breeze filters across your body ---

I have experienced all these.

You need to know these

things as they occur, and

feel the soul of night living within your body.

You need to dance and gyrate beneath the skies

and sing beneath the heavens --

you need these things; you need moonlight.

To shroud yourself in eternal darkness,

to stick yourself in misery, is wrong --- you need these

things --- to save yourself from a life of hell.

You need to be free, and

lively, and to dance a jig beneath a harmonious sky

and let the wind caress your eternally youthful body.

Allow your skin's own light

to radiate below a vast and carefress sky -

and choose for yourself between heaven or hell.

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Listen to the hum,

the hum of silent ceiling fans

turning in sequence against the tiles --

turning, turning, turning 'round --

turning fast; turning slow --

fall to the ground.

Crash, bang - to the ground;

Crackle, snap, spark; FIRE.

Burn, burn; fire burns

(orange, red, blue-white flames)

burning down around my ears.

Cinders and ashes at my feet,

and all I hear is the hum of silent ceiling fans.

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Madness

Splink, splink; blood on stone.

Clink, clink; glass on the floor.

One drop, two drop, three drop, four...

My blood drips away more and more

Faster and faster -- clink, splink, splink;

Utter madness --- I'm on the brink!

I'll suck you dry, drink your brain

Then go back to life - mundane.

Crack your soul open, take a sip,

And watch it slither out - drip by drip.

Feel your supple flesh beneath my hands...

And drink your blood like that of sacred lambs.

Kick, punch - you try and fight back;

Your blows upon me fall utterly slack.

Plunge my arms beneath your breast

To get at what's beneath your breast.

And now it's my turn - beat by beat -

To die beneath a stifling heat.

A crushing force of immense proportions...

The force of the universe in its motions.

One, two, three become one.

I burn as bright as the palest sun.

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