Imp King (Friday Night Poetry Corner #209)

  Good evening everyone and welcome to another Friday Night Poetry Corner.  This week is my own personal joint, it is an aggressive poem of the mind, but the components of this poem is strongly influenced in my storytelling (See Avenging Knights & Certain Moments of Time).   The name of this is called "Imp King."  … Continue reading Imp King (Friday Night Poetry Corner #209)

The Crucifix Killer (Friday Night Poetry Corner #206)


Good evening everyone and welcome again and again and again to another Friday Night Poetry Corner. This week is a poem called “The Crucifix Killer” by a thoughtful poet who goes by the name of writerinretrospect. Please read this and visit this writer’s page when you get a chance.

Writer In Retrospect

Eight weeks, eight kills,
Each a twisted crucifixion:
Upside down, on Sunday found;
A killer with a mission.

He took them each on Friday,
Sometime in the night.
Fearful, a decree was made
To stay in when there’s no light.

But teenagers will always be
Victims of their own bravado.
In a clearing in the woods:
Bonfire, peer and bottle.

Christine never was a party girl;
But she came for friends who were.
Tommy handed her a drink that night…
All the rest’s a blur.

She remembers running,
Tears streaming down her face —
Straight into a man,
Who held her for a space;

Then he looked her in the eyes
And she realized who he was.
She remembers trying to scream,
But all the rest is fuzz.

She wakes up in a tiny room,
Tied up to a chair;
Another opposite of her:
That same man sitting there.


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