Photo part of Underground Tunnel series by Christine Lines, © 2009
Clad in Black She Comes
Poem by Christine Lines, © 2011
I make children
piss
their
britches.
I make maidens weep before me.
I freeze men in their steps
with a porcelain face so sweet,
like the frost of an early spring morning,
betrayed by the sharp Jack-o-Lantern grin
I wear like every day is Halloween.
I bust knee caps and splinter shins
with man-killer boots ribbed with buckles.
You know I’m coming when the organs blare
Toccata and Fugue in D Minor
or timpani drums and wailing violins
or double-kick drums and scream-singing men.
Beware of the steps in your wake
for the darkness hath birthed a daughter
and something sinister your way comes.
By day, you give me credit cards and attitude
received by black-nailed fingers and silent hexes.
By night, I haunt your filthy memory,
I lurk in ev’ry shadow and doubt,
I linger like a wraith in the cold moonlight,
I am the creak in the hinges of your door,
I am the unexplained prickle down your spine,
I am the frigid breath from which you shiver,
and as the bats return to my forlorn tower,
I am asleep by dawn.
Max Schreck as Nosferatu (Germany, 1922); image courtesy of MovieZeal.com
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It’s been a long time since I wrote spontaneous poetry in the middle of the night. This quick little piece was inspired by one of my favorites, yes, Toccata and Fugure in D Minor. I thought the famous image of Nosferatu also fit (oh, how I adore German expressionism). They kindle a fire in my dark heart, as I hope this poem does for you.
Poem © Christine Lines 2011
Blog post © Christine Lines 05.13.11
http://lestismitethee.wordpress.com/2011/05/12/clad-in-black-she-comes/
“Beware of the steps in your wake
for the darkness hath birthed a daughter
and something sinister your way comes.”
Priceless, these lines I feel not only represents yourself, it also can define this generation really. The ones before us left us with nothing, and now we’re pissed. There’s a reason to be dark and sinister, and it’s provided to us by society.
Love the poem Gally, I’ll check out the music once I’m a little more awake, but was a refreshing breath, for poetry and you.
Peace,
Mr. Mojo Risin
Cool, thanks a lot! I’m glad you like this :3 It was really fun writing along with the music!
Wow some dark mystical lines in this poem…what a mood you create.
Thanks ;D
Very dark indeed
It’s brilliant, very nicely done Gally
Thanks a ton, glad you like it!
Finally got here, Gally!
Love the poem, very badass dark!
That image is scary too despite being an old one.
Having a break from blogging right now due to a busy real life. I may post the odd thing now and then.
Keep writing, Gally!
Hehe, thanks, Jessica! Nosferatu is one of my favorites; I’m into old German expressionist films. I think Tim Burton got some of his ideas from this style.
I know what you mean; life has been busy for me too! The big move is taking up most of my thoughts, I’m working a lot, and hanging out with new friends :3 I look forward to reading more of your writing when things calm down!