The last party 16

A quick scream but no one heard as she was forced into the van

Her strength for naught as she was over powered by the man

A cloth took the sight for her eyes as she was secured quickly

No idea what was happening as no words helped her presently

Down the road they rumbled another stop, another captive taken

Back to back they were secured, as the cold shudder of fear began

This didn’t happen to people like her, she was a nobody she though

As into the night they were carried to find an end to the rolling plot

Doors opened as out they were rushed a few fought, it was no use

Tossed into the grass before finally their fear was brought to a rescue

A voice from the past laughed as the pile of people struggling there

Blindfolds removed as they could do nothing more than dumbly stare

Welcome all to my hideaway. I thought it was time for a party again

Tents on the lawn had tags with names, each of the guests in shock

Tonight the one they thought was dead stood there and walked

A chill of the macabre in the décor as it was like a graveyard

Nightmare on Ethel Street
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A rolling fog swirled in the midst allowing for a more sinister part

Guests changed into the costumes provided in the tents as instructed

If they did not the game that was to be played would be corrupted

A cheerleader in her skirt tailored to her gained weight emerged

The football star appeared next as the jacket on him now looked absurd

One by one the group came to the place they had been told to go

Unsure of the reason of their apprehension as there was an eerie glow

The host appeared, his thick framed glasses and pencil holder in place

He walked amongst them as a look of shock appeared on everyone face

A woman appeared from the shadow walking toward the football hero

He flashed a shy smile as she drew near, never aware death was so near

A moment later he screamed as he was repaid with a curse of the damned

His body into convulsions shook till against the wall it was slammed

All the innocence he had corrupted now ran like a stain onto the ground

Frozen the group watch as he fell into a heap of broken flesh to be found

The cheerleader with her now bloated self of years of self pity and hate

She was slated next for her meeting with the dark specters of fate

The thick hand that lifter her like a feather as her feet dangled and kicked

Her throat now exposed as she looked skyward her blood the beast licked

No time to scream, it feasted on her putrid life so ill lived in a time forgot

A fat misshapen once beauty queen lay eyes open to the ground to rot

The group began to gain wits enough to run, there was no escape for them

The host laughed out loud and each was picked off their transgression listed

As into the darkness they were cast with a dark deadly kiss necks twisted

Finally the last one standing as she was in the midst of the broken flesh

Looking in disbelief at the host as he came close enough to feel his breath

She knew that night he fell into her arms it was his heart he had given freely

Her head lowered as she remember the day at the grave he was buried

The bullet that tore out his chest a note that his heart had been ripped out

He looked at her for a moment as he kissed her passionately one last time

She felt her penitence as into her chest he ripped “this should have been mine”

Seeing her heart flutter in his hand as he held her close, the world growing cold

A whisper too late, a confession of fear as into the next world they were drove

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About Lord Raven

Lord Raven is a master at blending both the erotic and the macabre. He is a life Style Dominant who came into things in this way of living in the "traditional" manner and has been involved in BDSM for more than 20 years. He is a highly social creature by nature and his hobbies include paddle making, knife play, general deviance, gratuitous flirtation, and of course rough sex.

16 thoughts on “The last party

  • thelustfulliterate

    interesting form…it definitely provides momentum – the long lines give the illusion of prose, but the couplets remind us that is just a mask for the poem that lies beneath…

    • Lord Raven Post author

      Thank you Lustfulliterate, for the read. I have to giggle as you sounded like my English teacher, did I get an A? lol

  • Lusciously_Lou

    Woah. I love this. I’m not normally into stuff this dark but this is so well written! I just made my way through all episodes of The Walking Dead and it kinda reminds me of that .. albeit from the other side .. Well done!

  • Molly

    Maybe it is my brain… I think I might have frazzled it today but I found the ending a little confusing and had to read it through a couple of times to really work out what was maybe going on…. who’s heart was beating for whom etc…. BUT, it is actually because of that, that I really like this piece. I found myself hooked, I wanted to work it out, I wanted to see….


    • Lord Raven Post author

      LOL Molly that was my plan all along, get them dazed and confused. just kidding, It was her heart in his had because she broke his heart years ago and he shot himself in the grief. Make since now?
      Glad I hooked you in 🙂

  • Alice King

    mmmmm deliciously yummy my Lord. So enjoy seeing You write in the form i fell in love with oh so long ago

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