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Curse of the Death Spirit

by Alexis Child


Here comes the angel
to put you to bed.
Here comes the axeman
to chop off your head.
Here at night
When you're all alone
We are coming to your home
The funeral will be held soon.

This is just a clue:
An unmarked grave just for you!

I enter your dreams while you are sleeping
and steal the secrets that you are keeping
I bend your mind to my will, use it
against you, and as you are weakening,
move in for the kill!

You brought yourself here
Now you only know
A paroxysm of fear…

You will run for your life
Did you ever see such a knife?

There is a house
Just down the street
Where the children don't
Trick or treat.
They say it's haunted,
Some say it's cursed,
But what happened there
Isn't the worst.
No one enters
Except on a dare,
Rambunctious teenagers
Out for a scare.
No precognition
That their drunken lust
Will be transformed from
Romance to disgust.
They say it's haunted,
Some say it's cursed,
But what happens here
Is far worse
They say it's haunted
And some say it's cursed
But what happens here
Is much worse

Naked young girls
Are dissected like frogs;
Pickled in semen,
Slaughtered like hogs.
Their skin a canvas,
Their suffering an art.
Their pain his pleasure,
A sculpture of parts.
They say it's haunted,
Some say it's cursed,
But what happened there
Is far worse!

Waves break across the haunted shore
Chilling screams and godless laughter
Her vision moves towards the house
The grave that never held her
Blurry visions of her on the altar
Seem to spell out fear in the sky.
I am tormented by the same descent,
Night after night,
Placed in a glass casket
I love to look at you
This is your burial night, girl
Please bring on the night
She sleeps alone with the worms.

Sugar and Spice and all things nice
But not all little girls…


2017 Alexis Child

Alexis Child hails from Toronto, Canada; horror in its purest form: a calculated crime both against the aspirations of the soul and affections of the heart. She worked at a Call Crisis Centre befriending demons of the mind that roam freely amongst her writings. She lived with a Calico-cat child sleuthing all that went bump in the night and is haunted by the memory of her cat. Her fiction has been featured in The House of Pain, Lost Souls, Screams of Terror, Sinistercity, SpecFicWorld.com, The Fields of the Nephilim Official Site, and U.K.'s Dark Of Night Magazine. Her poetry has been featured in numerous online and print publications, including Aphelion, Black Petals, Blood Moon Rising, Estronomicon eZine, Death Head Grin, Midnight Lullabies Anthology, Sein und Werden, The Horror Zine, and elsewhere. Alexis Child’s first collection of poetry, ‘Devil in the Clock’ is now available from TLAC Studios and more details can be found on her poetry website: http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/alexischild/

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