To the Goddess' of Horror

To the Goddess’ of Horror

Erin Thorp

I raise my glass to the voice from afar

I raise my glass to the butterflies
meadow dim

I raise my glass to the crimson hues

Scarlet

Maroon

I raise my glass to Pandora’s box

Let loose your demons, never let hope escape

I raise my glass to my moonlit dreams

I raise my glass to that boy in the mirror

The one with no trace of existence

Devoid of life

I raise my glass to the ocean caressing the shore

I raise my glass to the un-noticed

THE GONE

I raise my glass to the moonlight’s loving embrace

I raise my glass to the sea of dreams

I raise my glass to the reapers

Those I’M NOT EVIL

I’M JUST MISUNDERSTOOD few

I raise my glass to the tree of rot

I raise my glass to the snow of the winter wind

I raise my glass to the cadence of time

I raise my glass to the whispers

Down those dark corridors

Of your mind

I raise my glass to the silver moon of glass

To Shirahime-Syo

That silken white Goddess of winter

Her ebony hair twirling around her like a thousand tears

Against the unforgiving wind

I raise my glass to the great black wolves

Beckoning the little boys closer

Closer…

CLOSER…

To those woods

Whose arms reach as high as hell

In sharp twisted insane arcs

I raise my glass to the white maiden

Searching

Searching

Searching for a silver stream

To turn to red

I raise my glass to the black crows

Harkening always upward, never down

Why such lies, into that ever expanding darkness

I raise my glass to that great black snake

Continue coiling until everything shatters

Even sanity

I raise my glass to those demons of horror

The pennywises

The Simon’s

The King’s

The Lovecrafts

The Cthulus

I raise my glass to the Uzumaki

The twirling fate of madness

It grips us all

Yet we can never turn away

Never turn away

Never

It draws you closer, like that great snake

But at the end, lies no end

No death but that of humanity itself

I raise my glass to the Goddess’ of horror

The Tomoe’s, the never-dying vixen of our darkest desires

The Kayoko’s, steeped in anger so deep

No one can escape

No one

I raise my crimson tinted glass to the Poe’s

Let the dark waters of fear guide you through it

Follow it down into daegon

And spiral into madness