Paranormal poems

this one is going to be published in an anthology next year


Shadow warrior

In the wake of a warrior
He is always watching
This fallen soldier
Has made me his hero

Searching for a future
He was too weak to find
I see him as he follows
Anticipating mine

This is the shadow warrior
Afterlife stricken with shame
My shadow, eternal warrior
Only I can cure his pain

He made a fatal choice
He has to live with throughout death
So now he is my shadow
A spirit without rest

He screams into my ear
Sometimes when the moon is right
“you can live through this,
your fate, it is not mine!”

Who did this?
What evil was here?
Innocent blood was spilled
and now my rage has me
Now i must live on
fight on
until all the wronged
are healed
i will search on
endless nights
hunting the demons
who caused this pain
when i find them
mortality will be their defeat
i will spill their blood
avenging the restless souls
fighting on
i am a warrior
i will not rest
until the darkness is no more

hush children
may your souls rest in peace
do not worry
for tonight you are avanged.

Before me is a casket
in it a body
freshly dead
i walk closer
to look upon
the face of dread
the eyes suddenly open
the body, he sits right up
he grabs the back of my neck
his hands are clamy cold
he pulls me closer to him
and wispers in my ear
wake me up he says
and throws me at the wall
as i wake up
my eyes suddenly open
and i sit straight up
though my skin is clamy cold
my hands burn
from where i touched
something living
and i wonder
who's dream i had

A touch of death
passed through my room
one night
when the moon was full

To call it a shadow
would be an insult
to that whisp
of ultimate black

It would not speak
and had no face
darkness was its
only feature

My hair pricked
my hand it shaked
my skin began
to crawl

Just when i thought
my life would end
the phantom passed
through the wall

people notice me
where ever i will walk
my shadow dressed for battle
his sheild and sword are drawn

people come up and ask
"what is that behind you?"
i tell them its my shadow
protector of the truth

I tell the tale
of his tradgedy
and how
he killed himself
why he always
follows me
for honor
if nothing else

Some dismiss
my story
as a fable
or even a lie
but the tale
of the shadow warrior
is a legend
that can not die

They stand at a distance
some smiling
some grimacing
some indifferent
They watch
They long
They wish
They stay away
They are not welcome
They know that now
They want to communicate
But fate must wait
Just as they wait
For the date
I let them thru my gates.

Big One I
One Big Eye
Big Eye See
Two Eye Die

Traditional Cyclops Chant. IDK, I read it off a Magic Card(Ekunda Cyclops), but it a pretty good poem.

I am so dead
I have no energy
I can not even walk
I can hardly speak
My hand is weak
and shakes as i write
I think i am falling asleep
or maybe dead
yes, i must be dead
So dead

Battles begin
fighting demons
fighting for souls
and the lives of these men
here they come
hold the line firm
they will not pass,
THEY WILL NOT PASS!
Fighting a battle
preventing the end
draw out your swords
prepare to defend
battle for life
fight against death
we are hope's only
life giving breath...

So this is not the end.

Dazing off
i am nearly asleep
suddenly i realize
the hands around my neck
and it is impossible to move
I scream silently inside my head
"Let me go!"
A dark figure
casts its shadow over me
i shudder
"Let me go!"
i scream again
the hands tighten their grip
on my neck
with all my strength
i scream again
"Let Me Go!"
Silently,
my cry was still just a thought
the shade set me free
and left me in distaste
exaughsted, i passed out
and forgot.

really good Tom keep them coming, anyone else with a paranormal poem feel free to add on.


Go away
You're not welcome here
Yes I know you know I see you
But I do not care
The sign is clear
"On hiatus for a few years"
Get the message
Be on your way
If you test me
there's a price to pay!
Be warned and tell the others
I'll let you know when I can be bothered.

A winter's night, a child grows wary
shadows, sounds, things so scary
Underneath the covers, hides a boy
what was it that moved that toy?
When fear flows through the mind
everything is terrible, nothing is kind
Underneath the covers it grows hot
but peek out from under he dares not
He would turn on the light
he could make it bright
But terror grips him too tight
he is stuck in the trauma of night

I see the glory of your perfect world undone
I see your lives ground into dust
Over your empire there burns a dying sun
As all you were gives way to rust

This desecration the fulfillment of my dream,
This raging power all I need,
A rising chorus drowning out your dying scream
Sometimes it hurts too much to bleed.

I cast the circle, Saturn burning in the night,
The final bell begins to toll
The sigils shining with the censer's putrid light,
I go to bargain with your soul.

You see my power growing; still you are so frail,
You know there's nothing you can do.
You know your precious mortal fantasies will fail;
You know this is the end for you.

You beat upon the bars of your eternal cage,
You know your spirit is too weak.
I see your soul consumed with unrelenting rage
You'll never find that which you seek.

You see the cities burning, dying in your dreams;
You know the End is drawing nigh,
You know it's futile. Won't you stop those awful screams?
Get on your knees and pray to die.

(this is part of a series i'm writing; a few verses that don't make sense out of context got left out.)