Broken memories. Twisted dreams.
Shattered hopes. Tortured screams.
These elements have given birth to a new society of dark poetry…
Turning dark cracks & broken fragments into golden seams of poetry
So come join us…
In the darkness…
If you dare.
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Once again we are here in darkness, as the Kintsugi Poets Society continues this Grand Launch Bloghop of Dark Poetry – 21st July to 28th July, where we, Kintsugi members, will be posting dark poetry on our blogs and the Kintsugi Poets site.
And once more, I reveal some of the darkness that is to come in the form of the musical story/album The Calling, the back-story to my supernatural horror/thriller novel The Dark Horde. In The Calling, Henry Wilcox records his final words that not only tell of his past but of the things to come... The return of unstoppable things of ancient evil that are beyond our comprehension. Things he calls "The Dark Horde".
What follows are their words:
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Your puppet strings I pull like reins
I suck the life that flows through your veins
I poison your mind with confusion and hate
Ever-present, I alone control your fate
Open your eyes and see that I am master
Running from me will only bring you faster
With lies, I drug you, deceive you and taunt you
You’ll not find truth for only I know what is true
You think you know me, when you don't even know yourself
You try to hide from me behind your science, religion and wealth
Yet these are my weapons, and mine alone to deploy
Using hate of race, hate of place, hate of face, I only destroy
For at the end of it all, at a time you will not see
There will be nothing left, only death, only me!