Attempting new kinds of poetry.

Image by Zdzislaw Beksinski

I wanted to write something today, i hope you enjoy it. Maybe not as smooth or as polished as i would like, but i hope one day to be able to write more fluidly, this is a new kind of poetry for me and I'm trying to explore different atmospheres and feeling. Please comment telling me what you think! Good or bad i would love to know your opinions, thank you!


An unfortunate evening

One fateful night, as i walked on alone,
Through the cold empty streets,
And warm blooded wood,
I came upon a dark sight, chilled to the bone.

With villagers gone, and glenn therefor empty;
I thought it a perfect occasion,
To quietly reflect,
But stumbled upon a group of some-twenty.

With masks so abhorrent, made of mystery leather;
They danced and they houled, round' a great fire,
Like so many beasts,
Their syllabus agreed, they sang it together.

Naked, with purpose, they brought forth their oblation
He writhed and he fought,
And was cut down the middle,
They feasted, so greedily, to their own damnation.

I held in my retching, not making a sound,
On the verge of departure,
I stole one last glance,
And was terrified at the scene, as i turned around,

A great black monstrosity, stood in the center,
Twisted black shapes,
Oozing dark flesh,
Into my eyes, stared their daemonic mentor,

They again began to dance, with renewed, mad vigor
I was frozen in fear,
It swiftly moved forward,
And brought me to my to my fate, despite my cold rigor.