Poems From Hell

I once knew a guy

I knew him quite well

Unfortunately for me

He came from hell

We never suspected it

Until it was too late

By then we realised

Our massive mistake (Yes, that DOES rhyme)

Hr lived in our apartment

On the 3rd story floor

Telling us tales,

Making us beg for more

There was something quite enthralling

About this mystery guy

Little did we suspect

That we were going to die

It happened one day

When we went out for a walk

He stayed at home

Because he needed to talk

To his distant brothers

In lands far away

Of course we agreed

What more could we say?

So we left him at home.

Where he chanted a spell

Of sinister proportions

That went quite swell

He invoked the darkness

It spread like a disease

Spreading hatred and misery

With too much of ease

When we got back

The darkness got to us

We turned on each other

And made quite a fuss

We accused each other

Of horrors untold

Our attitudes changed

And became quite cold

We had no idea

This would be the bane of us all

This strange demon guy

Who loomed so tall

Our fighting grew worse

And culminated in a battle

That shook the walls

And made the windows rattle

With sword upon sword

We clashed upon each other

Destroying the bond

That bound us like brothers

Ultimately we finally

Received mortal wounds

And in those dying moments

We looked around the room

Our friend had gone

He had long since departed

That left us all

Feeling quite broken-hearted

With all these wounds

And a hole in our heart

We thought death

Would be a nice way to depart

And So we all died

On that very day

No longer on this earth

Would we walk and stray

And yet that dude

Was nowhere to be found

I'm sure he's found another group

To eventually tear down...

The end.

Limericks of the macarbe variety
I once learnt a deadly new spell

Which didn't seemed to work so well

With anger and fury

It almost surely

Blew a hole right through to hell

I once chased a man far away

To a cliff on the edge of a bay

With precision and skill

I moved in for the kill

And tore him to shreds of hay.

I've run out of things to write

On these pages in white

Mabye come soon

At the full moon

I'll resume my heinous plight.