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Terror in Verse: A Collection of Horror Poetry Shaina Tranquilino October 29, 2023 Enter the realm of darkness, where shadows dance and nightmares come alive. As the autumn leaves fall and the moon casts its eerie glow, a chilling collection awaits those brave enough to delve into its pages. "Terror in Verse: A Collection of Horror Poetry" by Shaina Tranquilino, will send shivers down your spine and awaken the deepest fears within you. With Halloween on the horizon, this haunting compilation captures the essence of terror through rhythmic words and macabre imagery. Join me as we explore the realms of horror poetry, where every line is a portal to another dimension of fear. You can also purchase this poetry book on Amazon and Kindle. You may look up, "Terror in Verse: A Collection of Horror Poetry by Shaina Tranquilino", and it should come up. Thank you!
The Haunted House In the dead of night, where shadows creep,
There stands a house, all secrets keep.
Its windows cracked, its roof worn thin,
A haunted dwelling, filled with sin.
The moon above casts an eerie glow,
As whispers echo from down below.
The walls, they tremble with tales untold,
Of ghostly spirits and legends bold.
Step through the door, but beware your soul,
For in this place, darkness takes its toll.
The floors do creak with every step made,
As if the ghosts beneath them never fade.
The air is heavy, thick with despair,
It seeps through cracks and fills the stale air.
Each room tells stories of sorrow and dread,
Where restless spirits reside instead.
In one corner sits a broken chair,
Rocking back and forth without a care.
Its presence mocks the living's plight,
As if it laughs at our futile fight.
Shadows dance upon the peeling wall,
Their twisted forms haunt one and all.
They slither around like serpents sly,
Whispering secrets that make you cry.
Through dim-lit halls, echoes resound,
A symphony of fear that knows no bound.
Ghosts flit past, their figures fleeting,
Leaving behind an icy feeling.
In hidden chambers lies lost souls' plea,
Yearning for freedom yet never set free.
Their mournful cries pierce through the night,
Desperate to escape eternal fright.
But amidst this terror-filled domain,
Hope flickers like a dying flame.
For in this haunted house's core,
Lies strength to face what lies in store.
With courage held tight within your heart,
Navigate this maze where nightmares start.
Confront those fears that seek to bind,
And leave this haunting far behind.
For as dawn breaks and daylight gleams,
The haunted house fades into dreams.
Tales whispered now become folklore lore
Of a place feared once, but not anymore.
The Witch’s Curse In a realm where shadows dance,
Lived a witch who entranced,
With raven hair and eyes of coal,
She cast a spell upon her soul.
A curse she bore, deep within,
A darkness thrived beneath her skin,
For when the moon's silver light did gleam,
The witch would awaken from her dream.
Her touch, like ice upon the flesh,
Would bring despair with every breath,
And those who dared to cross her path,
Were met with terror, pain, and wrath.
Her cackling laughter echoed wide,
As fear consumed all far and wide,
In every village, dark tales were spun,
Of the cursed witch beneath the sun.
No heart could warm amidst her gaze,
Nor kindness break through wicked haze,
For vengeance fueled her twisted plight,
To spread chaos, both day and night.
With potions brewed in cauldrons black,
She summoned demons from their track,
Their haunting cries pierced through the air,
Foretelling doom to all who'd dare.
But deep inside that cursed core,
Lay fragments of love she had before.
A tragedy had marked her past
And turned her gentle heart so vast.
Once fair and pure, with magic bright,
She stood against injustice's blight.
But envy's venom stained her name
And bound her spirit in eternal flame.
Now trapped within this endless curse,
Her power grew for better or worse.
Yet loneliness consumed her days
As darkness shrouded ancient ways.
Through barren woods and foggy glen
She wandered aimlessly again.
Seeking solace but finding none
In a world where hatred freely won.
Yet whispers tell of one brave soul
Who sought to heal what was once whole.
A hero bold, with courage grand
Stood tall against that wicked hand.
With sword unsheathed and armor strong,
He fought for right amidst the wrong.
His heart ablaze with noble fire
To quench the witch's dark desire.
Their paths converged, a fateful night,
In a battle fierce, devoid of light.
But love's resilience broke the spell,
And shattered darkness where it fell.
The curse was lifted from her heart,
As they embraced and never did part.
For in compassion's gentle sway,
The witch found peace, come what may.
No longer feared, she walked with grace,
A smile adorned upon her face.
From darkness born, but now redeemed,
She helped others find light unseen.
So let this tale forever stand
As a reminder to all in this land,
That even curses can be reversed,
With love and hope, they are dispersed.
The Monster Under the Bed In the twilight hour, when shadows dance,
A child's imagination takes a chance.
Beneath the covers, wide eyes start to gleam,
For there lies a secret, a terrifying theme.
Within the realm of dreams so wild,
Resides a monster, fearsome and styled.
Underneath the bed, where darkness prevails,
It hides in silence, its presence never fails.
With every creak that echoes through the night,
The child trembles, consumed by fright.
Imagined claws that scrape against the floor,
Whispered growls creeping closer than before.
What does it look like? The child wonders deep,
A creature fierce with fangs that sharply peep?
Or perhaps an entity made of shadows' might,
An amorphous beast concealing in the night?
Its shape is unknown, just a figment of dread,
Yet within youthful mind, it grows widespread.
A monster born from stories or tales untold,
Ignited by fear as imagination takes hold.
The child's breath quickens as heartbeats race,
Lost in nightmares this haunting space.
But beneath the trembling surface of fear,
Lies bravery waiting to appear.
Determined now to face this lurking foe,
The child gathers courage before letting go.
A leap of faith into the great unknown,
To confront what lurks beneath their very own throne.
Peering under blankets' fortress fortressed embrace,
With quivering hands revealing hidden grace.
But lo! Nothing waits but dust and despair,
No monster dwells below with wicked stare.
Gone are ghoulish creatures and feral roars,
Vanquished illusions once feared like wars.
For under beds lie worlds yet unexplored,
Where fears transform into lessons adored.
Oh, little one with innocence so bright,
Remember each shadow may not be your fight.
Though monsters may dwell in corners unseen,
Your light will conquer them; you reign supreme.
For monsters, dear child, are mere illusions,
Fuelled by the mind's fantastical confusions.
So fear not what hides beneath your bed,
Embrace dreams and nightmares, let imagination spread.
And know that bravery lies within your soul,
Ready to conquer fears that may take their toll.
In the darkest nights, remember this refrain:
The monster under your bed is but a child's bane.
The Mirror’s Reflection In a chamber filled with shadows deep,
Where twisted secrets and whispers creep,
There hangs a mirror, tarnished and old,
A portal to realms where darkness unfolds.
Gaze upon this glass, but beware the sight,
For it holds no truth within its light.
No mere reflection of oneself you'll find,
But doppelgangers that haunt your mind.
Once, I dared to peer into its face,
Seeking solace in its hallowed space.
Yet what emerged from that abyssal void
Was not my visage, but something more annoyed.
An entity, sinister and cold as ice,
With eyes devoid of warmth or any vice.
Its features mirrored mine in every way,
But darkness masked the soul it portrayed.
The mirror's power revealed these vile twins,
Whose wicked grins concealed their hidden sins.
They danced before me, mocking my existence,
Twisting my thoughts with their eerie persistence.
Their voices echoed through the hollow air,
Telling tales of despair beyond compare.
Each word dripped venom like a serpent's tongue,
As they revelled in the misery they had flung.
I tried to break free from this dreadful trance,
To shatter the mirror's cursed advance.
But each attempt only multiplied their might,
As if they fed on my desperate fight.
Haunted by these doppelgangers' cruel gaze,
I felt their malevolence begin to graze
Upon my sanity, devouring hope and peace,
Leaving behind an emptiness that wouldn't cease.
What once was beauty turned into decay,
As the mirror consumed my life's display.
Now lost within this labyrinthine maze,
Forever trapped beneath its beguiling haze.
So heed this warning when you chance upon
A mirror whose reflections have all gone wrong.
Look deeply through its deceptive guise;
It may reveal truths we dare not recognize.
The Abandoned Asylum In shadows deep, where secrets sleep,
A place forgotten, memories weep.
An asylum stands, long lost in time,
Where tortured souls forever mime.
Once vibrant walls now cracked and worn,
Echoed laughter of those once reborn.
But now it breathes a haunting sigh,
Whispering tales, the reasons why.
Unveiling darkness that dwells within,
The ghosts arise, their spirits thin.
Through creaking halls, they softly glide,
Their mournful cries can't be denied.
Within these walls, despair resides,
Where sanity's tether slowly slides.
Tales untold beneath layers of dust,
Of lives erased, consumed by distrust.
Eyes peer through foggy panes of glass,
Mirroring pain from the distant past.
Voices linger on every breeze,
Invisible chains that never cease.
Ghosts wander aimlessly through each room,
Bound to this realm, trapped in their gloom.
Faces etched with anguish and dread,
Seeking solace in dreams long dead.
A symphony of sorrow fills the air,
Resonating with a tragic flair.
Whispers echo down dim-lit corridors,
Revealing fragments of tormented wars.
What secrets lie behind locked doors?
What horrors haunt these desolate floors?
With trembling steps, I journey forth,
To uncover truths hidden henceforth.
Beyond the veil of crumbling decay,
I delve into the unknown astray.
Each step unearths more chilling sights,
As phantoms dance in pale moonlight.
Visions flicker like candle flames ablaze,
Guiding me through this spectral maze.
The abandoned asylum reveals its heart;
Its darkened chambers set apart.
Yet amidst despair and ghostly plight,
A glimmer shines amid endless night.
For buried deep within this forsaken space
Lie remnants of love's enduring grace.
Amidst the wails and anguished cries
Are whispers of hope that never dies.
In the abandoned asylum's darkest hour,
A beacon of light reveals its power.
Though tortured souls may forever roam,
Within these walls, a sense of home.
The secrets unveiled, though chilling and grim,
Remind us to cherish life's fragile hymn.
The Vengeful Spirit In shadows deep, where spirits dwell,
A tale of vengeance I now shall tell.
Of a vengeful spirit, lost in strife,
Seeking revenge on those who wronged their life.
Once a soul adorned with love and grace,
Now wreathed in darkness, seeking solace.
Betrayed by kin, deceived by trust,
Their heart once pure, now turned to dust.
An innocent heart that beat so strong,
Now seeks retribution for all that went wrong.
With eyes ablaze like fiery stars above,
This spirit yearns to reclaim their lost love.
Through ethereal realms they swiftly glide,
Searching for souls steeped in false pride.
Whispering through the night's cold breeze,
Promises of torment and eternal unease.
The first on their list is a treacherous lover,
Who shattered their dreams like fragile glass cover.
Deception dripped from their honeyed tongue,
But now the vengeful spirit will see justice done.
They haunt their nights with ghostly wails,
And cast upon them nightmares that never fail.
For every tear shed in anguish and despair,
The vengeful spirit takes pleasure, as fair.
Next on the ledger is a friend turned foe,
Who stabbed the spirit's back with a venomous blow.
Behind gentle smiles hid wicked intent,
Now it's time for payback, an act heaven-sent.
They whisper in echoes within their mind,
Driving them mad until they're confined
To a world of guilt and unending regret
For betraying the bond they can never forget.
Lastly, there lies an enemy old and vile,
Who revelled in cruelty with a twisted smile.
Their actions caused pain beyond repair,
But now it's time for the vengeful spirit to share.
With wrath burning bright as an inferno's flame,
They confront this monster without any shame.
Wrapping tendrils around their darkened soul,
Extracting revenge to make them feel whole.
But as they unleash their vengeful might,
A realization dawns, shining so bright.
Revenge may bring solace, a fleeting release,
But the spirit's heart still longs for inner peace.
In the end, they find no satisfaction there,
Only emptiness and a lingering despair.
For revenge cannot mend what was torn apart,
Nor heal the wounds etched on an injured heart.
So now this vengeful spirit must find a way
To let go of vengeance and seek a brighter day.
To rise beyond anger, resentment, and strife,
And embrace forgiveness, reclaiming their life.
For in forgiveness lies true strength and grace,
A path to redemption, an eternal embrace.
May this tale remind us all to break free
From the chains of vengeance and let our spirits be.
The Doll’s Revenge In the twilight's hush, a tale unfolds,
Of secrets whispered and truths untold.
Beware the doll with eyes so bright,
For when darkness falls, it seeks its right.
A porcelain beauty, once loved and adored,
Now teems with vengeance as her spirit soared.
Her delicate frame conceals a sinister might,
As moonlight embraces her wicked plight.
Unbeknownst to all who slumber near,
The doll awakens, fueled by malice and fear.
Silent footsteps echo upon wooden floors,
While innocence shreds behind closed doors.
With each tick of time, her presence grows,
A puppeteer's hand guiding her morose prose.
She dances through shadows in eerie grace,
Leaving traces of chaos and despair in her chase.
Drawers are ransacked, heirlooms destroyed,
Whispers of terror on every corner deployed.
A symphony of shattered glass fills the air,
As she revels in mayhem without a care.
Once cherished laughter now yields to fright,
As creaking floorboards ignite sheer delight.
Innocent dreams tainted by this malevolent spree,
For the doll's revenge knows no mercy or plea.
Oh, the owners tremble beneath their sheets,
Haunted by nightmares where dread repeats.
They sense her gaze, those lifeless eyes gleam,
Piercing their souls like an unholy scream.
But amidst this madness lies a glimmer of hope,
An ember that flickers where darkness elopes.
For love still lingers within human hearts' core,
A beacon to fight what they cannot ignore.
United they gather with courage anew,
To break free from the hold of this vengeful coup.
They search for solace amid whispers of woe,
To banish this doll back to depths below.
Through incantations and prayers unspoken,
They weave ancient spells 'til dawn has broken.
Binding her spirit in threads of light,
They reclaim their haven from eternal night.
In the morning's embrace, a calm does descend,
The doll now dormant, her vengeance to suspend.
Yet, in every creak and whisper of breeze,
Lingers a tale of darkness that none can appease.
So heed this warning, wary souls take heed,
For possessed dolls lurk where nightmares breed.
Beware those toys with eyes so serene,
For beneath their façade lies a sinister queen.
The Shadow Man In the realm of darkness, where secrets reside,
Lurks a haunting figure that none can hide.
The Shadow Man, with eyes like midnight's abyss,
Cloaked in ebony, his presence amiss.
He creeps through alleyways and dim-lit streets,
A ghostly silhouette that your soul meets.
Whispering shadows cling to his every stride,
As fear takes hold, and trust starts to slide.
Wherever you wander, he is always there,
A chilling companion for each step you dare.
Paranoia dances upon your trembling skin,
As the Shadow Man's presence weaves within.
His footsteps silent, like echoes from beyond,
An enigma lurking where sanity responds.
With every breath you take, his coldness nears,
Unseen but felt, as dread interferes.
He hides within corners and beneath moon's glow,
Watching your every move as nightmares grow.
No face to recognize, no features to name,
Yet his essence seeps into your very frame.
Your heart skips beats when shadows intertwine,
Beneath the moonlit sky or flickering street sign.
His ethereal touch sends shivers down your spine,
A presence so eerie, it defies any design.
The whispers echo louder inside your mind's wall,
Sowing seeds of doubt and paranoia's call.
Are they figments of imagination run wild?
Or does the Shadow Man truly seek to beguile?
Each nightfall sneaks closer with a malevolent grace,
Leaving behind traces of fear on your face.
You glimpse him in mirrors and reflections askew,
A shadowy specter forever pursuing you.
His intentions remain veiled in mystery's haze,
Is he a harbinger of doom or merely a phase?
But one thing remains clear amidst this gloom:
The Shadow Man's presence heralds impending doom.
So beware the darkness that clings close at hand,
For the Shadow Man may soon make his stand.
In every corner, he waits for your fear to ignite,
A chilling reminder of the eternal night.
The Sinister Clown In the realm where shadows dance and darkness weaves,
A circus of nightmares, a sinister reprieve.
Beneath a tattered tent, where moonlight dares to peep,
Exists a twisted mind, where secrets truly creep.
The Sinister Clown, with painted grin so wide,
Lures innocent souls, entices them inside.
His laughter echoes through the corridors of dread,
As children follow him, their footsteps filled with dread.
With crimson eyes that gleam, like fire in the night,
He beckons them closer, his presence full of fright.
His macabre carnival awaits those who dare,
To venture into madness, to taste despair.
The children's hearts flutter like fragile wings,
As they enter the circus of forbidden things.
Their innocence stolen by this fiendish host,
They succumb to his charm, like puppets engrossed.
Behind those lurid hues lies treachery untamed,
A labyrinth of nightmares where darkness is named.
He spins illusions with every wicked smile,
Ensnaring young minds in his malevolent guile.
Through halls adorned with cobwebs and decayed dreams,
Whispers of lost innocence drift on unseen streams.
Tales whispered softly by forgotten clowns long passed,
Of lives extinguished too soon, forever masked.
Within this grotesque world built upon deceit,
The Sinister Clown finds pleasure as dark memories repeat.
He toys with their fears and preys upon their trust,
Feeding on their anguish and turning it to dust.
But amidst the terror that reigns within these walls,
Hope flickers faintly as courage silently calls.
For deep within each child resides strength untold,
A spark that can ignite against evil's stronghold.
So let us delve into the twisted mind that yearns
To lure children into his macabre circus turns.
But remember well this tale of fear and woe:
That even sinister clowns can be overthrown.
For in the battle between darkness and light,
The innocent shall rise, empowered by their fight.
And though the Sinister Clown may cackle with delight,
In the end, his wicked reign shall fade into the night.
The Ominous Forest In the depths of twilight's grasp, where shadows dance and twine,
There lies a realm untouched by light, where darkness intertwines.
An ominous forest stands aloof, its secrets yet untold,
Where eerie whispers echo through the trees so old.
Within this somber woodland, strange creatures softly creep,
Their eyes aglow with mystery, their movements slow and deep.
Whispered tales speak of phantom beasts who dwell within these lands,
Creatures born from moonlit dreams and woven fairy strands.
The ancient oaks stand tall and proud, guardians of the night,
Silent sentinels that watch as specters take their flight.
Their branches twist like skeletal arms, reaching for the sky,
As if to grasp the ethereal mist that silently drifts by.
Beneath the canopy's embrace, a symphony awakes,
With haunting melodies on wind that send shivers through each glade.
Leaves rustle in a ghostly choir, harmonizing fears,
While footsteps fade into a murmur like long-forgotten tears.
A chorus of nocturnal creatures sings songs both sweet and grim,
Their voices carry secrets lost in darkness' deepest hymn.
Phantasmal orbs float aimlessly in spectral haze untamed,
Guiding wanderers through twisted paths until they are disclaimed.
Beware! The whispers caution those who dare to trespass here,
For legends tell of souls ensnared forevermore, held dear
By spirits lurking in the gloom, forever seeking solace,
Thirsting for lost company within this haunted palace.
Yet still some venture forth despite this chilling plea,
Drawn to mysteries unknown or driven by audacity.
Through foggy wisps and tangled roots they tread with trembling steps,
Into the heart of shadow’s realm where nightmares lie unkept.
For those who seek adventure in realms beyond our sight,
The ominous forest beckons under pale moonlight.
But heed my words, dear traveller, and tread with utmost care,
For this enchanted labyrinth whispers secrets of despair.
The Ghost Ship In the realm where twilight embraces night's repose,
Where tempests snarl and turbulent oceans impose,
A ghostly ship emerges from ethereal mists,
Sailing through stormy seas, where darkness persists.
Its tattered sails flutter, whispers in the gale,
Manned by spectral sailors, souls lost without a trail,
Bound to wander forever in this nautical purgatory,
A haunting tale etched upon their faces, weary and hoary.
Their eyes hold secrets of forgotten days gone by,
Echoes of lives lived once, now fade and slowly die.
The ship creaks and groans like a mournful wail,
As it plows through currents that tell an ancient tale.
The captain at the helm, his visage worn with age,
Guiding this vessel cursed, trapped within its cage.
His hands grip the wheel with an eternal resolve,
Steering towards an unknown fate that cannot absolve.
And amidst the raging tempest's thunderous roar,
Whispers of long-lost stories echo from each shore.
For these spectral sailors are prisoners of their past,
Condemned to sail forever till eternity is surpassed.
They search for solace in their soulless existence,
Yearning for release from their endless persistence.
But storms continue to thrash as they drift away,
Forever doomed to voyage beneath skies so gray.
Yet within their hollow hearts remains a flicker of hope,
That one day destiny will grant them scope.
To break free from this spectral ship's eternal plight,
To find redemption in celestial realms' pure light.
So let us ponder on this ghostly maritime crew,
Lost souls condemned to sail where no land is in view.
May we remember them as symbols of our own despair,
And strive to find liberation from burdens we bear.
Whispers of Death in Shadows Deep In shadows deep, where darkness dwells,
A chilling tale of death foretells.
Whispered echoes through the night,
Of souls entwined in endless fright.
Death's icy grip, a cruel embrace,
As life's breath fades without a trace.
A haunting specter, silent and cold,
Claims its victims, young and old.
In moonlit graves, they lie at rest,
Their bodies still, their souls distressed.
The Reaper's scythe cuts through the air,
Harvesting lives with utmost care.
Beneath the moon's pale ghastly glow,
Lost spirits wander to and fro.
Their mournful cries fill empty tombs,
Doomed to roam eternal gloom.
Eyes hollow and vacant, devoid of light,
They yearn for solace in endless night.
Tormented whispers crawl on the breeze,
Tales of horror that only death sees.
Each step taken brings them closer still,
To realms unknown beyond life's will.
The abyss awaits with open arms,
To swallow whole those who meet harm.
No escape from this macabre land,
Where time stands still, fate firmly planned.
For death is but a fearsome guide,
Leading us all to the other side.
So heed my warning, mortal soul beware,
Embrace each moment with utmost care.
For when your time comes, as it surely will,
Death's chilling touch you cannot fulfill.
Whispers of Endings In the shadows of twilight's eerie glow,
Whispers dance, as darkness starts to grow.
The air turns cold, a chill grips my soul,
For in this realm, endings take their toll.
Through haunted halls and corridors of dread,
I tread softly, where restless spirits spread.
Their mournful cries pierce through the night,
Echoing fears with each flickering light.
Oh, how endings weave their somber tales,
Of shattered dreams and forgotten trails.
A symphony of anguish fills the void,
As hope decays, by fear's grip destroyed.
The final gasp that escapes our lips,
When life succumbs to its fatal eclipse.
An abyss opens wide, devouring all,
Leaving naught but despair for us to recall.
Gone are the days of laughter and cheer,
Replaced by dread and paralyzing fear.
Like a cruel puppeteer controlling fate,
Endings arrive with a venomous weight.
They linger in shadows, waiting to strike,
Feasting on souls with an insatiable spite.
No escape from their relentless embrace,
As they revel in pain with unholy grace.
Each ending is a tale untold,
Of broken hearts and dreams gone cold.
They wrap around us like a shroud so tight,
Constricting breaths, extinguishing light.
So beware those endings lurking near,
For they hold nightmares we cannot bear.
In every corner, every twist and bend,
They lie in wait until time shall transcend.
And when your journey meets its bitter end,
Remember this warning I now extend:
Embrace life's beauty before it fades away, For horror lies within each ending's dismay.