Edgar Allan Poet's Macabre Manifesto

A Room
Jacqui Corcoran
Burnt Offering 
Gloria Wimberley
Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Vox Anon
Immortal Kyn
Apryl Skies
Lecter's Lecture
Sean C. Theall
Rick Stepp-Bolling
Gloria Wimberley
Red Balloons
Apryl Skies
Wyatt Underwood
Sleep & Other Things Lost
Kevin Craig
The Red Gloves
Jacqui Corcoran
The Rose
Amanda LaPera
Three Letters
Petra Whiteley
This Quiet Burn
Apryl Skies
Untitled I
Hart D. Fisher
Untitled II
Hart D. Fisher
Untitled Until Now
Phill Maguire
Apryl Skies
Verse Macabre
JR Phillips

Welcome to EAP's Macabre Manifesto


Come in... have a seat we will light the sconces, offer you a glass of wine or absinthe and of course fine macabre for the senses...

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The Invitation

Consider yourself cordially invited to the widow’s black tie affair.
Please join her here for dinner, 
guests chosen with special care...

The invitations had been sent, 

adorned with a waxen “L”

unbeknownst to anxious guests, 

they were invites straight to Hell. 

Upon the page, written in her blood 

announced wine served at five,

to drink the blood from her tiny wrist 

would assure they’d stay alive.

She polished all fine silver 

and lighted the burnished flame,

she invited guests so near and far, 

of some she knew no name.

The wine was poured, Lenore adored 

and the night did sing its song,

until the moon rose high enough 

and guests had stayed too long.

Dusk had settled and eyes aglow, 

fangs peeked from scarlet lips,

entranced by the porcelain keys she plays, 

a coma the first guest slips.

Upon the emerald, velvet wall 

a broken clock was hung

and daunting death became the guest 

when its chimes were rung.

For at the tock of twelve o’clock, 

the hostess came to show;

her eyes turned red, hair stood on end 

and little did they know…

Such hospitality Lenore had shown 

to lure them like the beast,

guests had been invited to dinner 

and now they were the feast.

Apryl Skies © 2011