#evil poetry

[evilwizard]

The Lich Who Stole Christmas

Every tumblrina in tumblr liked Christmas a lot.

But the lich, who lived just north of Tumblr, did not!

The lich hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be his skull wasn’t screwed on quite right. It could be, perhaps, that his skin was too tight.

But I think that the likeliest reason of all… was his heart was encased by a strange lead-lined ball.

“Last year I made something that I thought in would usher

A new age of magic—my prized OrphanCrusher.

But my patents were stolen, and my sweet new invention

Is now being used… with good-ish intentions.

You see, Christmas wishes contain lots of magic;

And my device extracts it through methods so tragic

That I dare not mention them directly here

Though the name might clue in certain readers, I fear.

The Wizard Council, now that they possess this device,

Might use it, this year, to stamp out wizard vice.

Though the process might turn quite a few kids to carrion,

The Wiz Council’s ethics are utilitarian.

So what shall I do? What is to be done?

It seems rather clear that this Christmas can’t come.

But I’ve read a few books, and I know a few tricks

So this year I’ll steal Christmas, while dressed as Saint Nick!”

So the wizard of evil returned to his lair

Stitched a red suit, and did up his hair

Built a sleek sled—and—who among us,

Could hope for a much better Rudolph than Krongus?

They took to the skies, that next Christmas Eve,

And tailgated Santa, whom they hoped to deceive

At every house he left presents, they quickly descended,

And stole the decor and the gifts he’d intended.

And when the dark wizard’s sleigh was full-loaded with gifts,

He tugged at the reigns, and they made for The Rift!

A place where the veil between worlds was thin…

And a brilliant place to dump the gifts in!

“You see,” he told Krongus, as they approached that strange crack,

“Once something goes in, it can never come back!”

“Moreover, it’s perfect,” the wizard did sing,

“For The Rift destroys every part of that thing!”

“Every instance, every atom in all multiverses,

Will be undone as though by my special dark curses.

Not a gram, not a dust speck or mote shall remain,

And no one will even remember their name!”

“But sire,” muttered Krongus, “would it not be more precise,

If you simply put in the OrphanCrusher device?”

The evil wizard thought of this, parking his sleigh in the snow.

He’d made quite a trip, and this seemed quite a blow.

“I do have one here,” he told that weird devil.

“But destroying Christmas seems rather more evil!”

Then, far behind him, and the gifts he had pillaged,

He heard a small noise coming from Tumblr Village.

It was simply a song, of holiday spirit,

But the wizard was utterly shocked just to hear it.

“It came without ribbons! It came without tags!

It came without packages, boxes or bags!”

Then the lich thought of something he hadn’t before.

Could it be Christmas was some kind of contagion or spore?

What happened next? Well, in Tumblr, they say,

The lich’s dead heart exploded that day!

And the combustive force of that villainous blast,

Airlifted the sleigh, and brought it right back,

To the village, where Tumblrinas rejoiced!

Then continued to sing, and lift up their voice.

And back at the rift, the lich, with head in a spin,

At the edge of the rift dropped the OrphanCrusher in.

So Christmas was saved, by accident mostly,

Though performing a good deed turned the bad wizard ghostly.

“Come, Krongus—we must now return to my tower,

While I wait several months to return to full power.”

And at Wizard Council HQ, certain strategist seers,

Saw all this occur through the orbs that they peered.

They smiled, and high-fived, and struck up the band,

Pleased that these events had gone just as planned.

[evil-poetry]

bigfoot poem

[bentoxication]

Down in the village they call me "swagman john", they burry me 300ft below the oldest shed, for that the elder gods may feast upon my flesh and the crops will last them another winter.

They gave me a name so that I would be remembered. Remembered for my sacrifice, to give them a spark of hope in the endless darkness of this dying world. But they were not really creative so they just used my gamertag from 2011

[ragingsteel666-blog]

"Letheus Nocturnus"EVIL POETRY

メキシコ産バンドの2006年デビューアルバム。メタル辞典ではBlack/Deathという括りだけど、実際はブラック風味のデスメタルというところかな。ブラックが3のデスが７くらいの塩梅。DEICIDEやMORBID ANGELを思わせる初期USデス系の音に、ブラックのウェット感、コールド感が合わさっている感じ。特段個性のあるスタイルではないので、こういうのは楽曲と演奏の質を主に見る形になるのだけど、その辺はアンダーグラウンドものとしては大分上出来なのではないだろうか。あと個性がないと言いつつも、ブラックとデスがケミストリーを起こす瞬間があり、そこは文句なしにカッコいい。結論として、500円とはで買ったものとしては思わぬ出物、となる。突出まではしていないにしても。

[mournfulroses]

Charles Baudelaire, from The Flowers of Evil: Poems; "The Possessed,"

[webweabings]

AND I KNOW THERE IS SOMETHING ALL WRONG ABOUT ME, BELIEVE ME.

“Electra”, by Euripides, tr.Janet Lempke; // @sunsbleeding ; // “War of the Foxes”, by Richard Siken; // unknown; // “Fleabag”, by Phoebe Waller-Bridge; // unknown; // “Monsters”, by Nikita Gill; // unknown; // “Women and other monsters: Building a new mythology”, by Jess Zimmerman; // “Claustrophobia”, by Tracie MacVean; // Buffy The Vampire Slayer. 2.21 “Becoming: Part 1”

[dreadfuldevotee]

it was, like, a funny haha to be like "oh loumand post-divorce yearning" but now I positively cannot stop thinking about it.

Armand may have packed his shit and booked it outta there to god-knows-where in the couple nights Louis was away, and yet... Did Louis climb into bed and immediately tear off the sheets because no matter how tired he was- he couldn't stand the smell of Armand's shampoo on the pillow next to him? Did he realize he actually had to go figure out how to work phone himself because he wanted to call the staff back and Armand wasn't there to handle it anymore? Even after all the redecoration is there still a nagging feeling of something missing? Where is the man who touched your waist as he passed behind you? The melodic voice in the other room on the phone with the contractors? He's gone and yet you wake up at dusk still expecting to see him asleep beside you. You'll always remember how you reached for another in the night, the unguarded expression of peace on his face he never quite replicated in wakefulness.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The most evil celebratory kiss

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[asoftepiloguemylove]

I AM NOT BEAUTIFUL BUT I COULD BE

Chen Chen Poplar Street // pinterest // 괴물 Beyond Evil (2021) dir. Shim Nayeon // Janet Fitch // Taylor Swift seven // @girltwinkabigail // 괴물 Beyond Evil (2021) dir. Shim Nayeon // Mitski Class of 2013 // Taylor Swift You're On Your Own, Kid // Margaret Atwood Selected Poems: 1965-1975 (via @freshberries) // 괴물 Beyond Evil (2021) dir. Shim Nayeon // Salman Rushdie East, West // Emily Palermo // 괴물 Beyond Evil (2021) dir. Shim Nayeon // Desireé Dallagiacomo Sink

[thebrainrotsreal]

EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK!!! I want to be coherent about this season but please picture me foaming at the mouth and running on the walls. S2 being what if Mark's just like his Dad? Insanity. I love this show. Anyways, AU where an Evil!Mark tries to make Our!Mark worse, and Our!Mark tries to make the other better. Something something confronting your idea of the worst version of oneself. Plus, tweaked black and yellow costume because I saw it and immediately went murder hornet lookin' ass and knew I had to draw it. Evil ass Mark. Horrible. I think he should be dragged kicking and screaming into redemption.

[evilwizard]

A Fairly Obvious Metaphor

To begin, let me be clear:

Fear is love, and love is fear

These chains are not the kind you break

You’ll still be dreaming when you wake

I wish to make you understand!

There is no truth that was not planned

And if you plan to doubt my words

I’ll plan to make you seem absurd

Will you will a god betrayed?

Upon my scale is purpose weighed

Your life is chaos, or chaos driven

And you have nought that wasn’t given

So do not fight—or struggle slightly

Lest you draw the web more tightly

Fetid rot draws flies away

From where I willed you all should play

(It’s a fairly obvious metaphor)

Dance upon the needle, then

Let the pin prick on your feet

Devils love to live in sin

And stinking flies on putrid meat

Don’t blame me when it all goes wrong

Yours is a ship I tried to steer

You buzzed away in cheerful throngs

And now you’ll starve alone in fear

I’ll still be eating well, what’s more

Loved and adored by righteous flies

Who see themselves in my eight eyes—

It’s a fairly obvious metaphor

[literaryvein-reblogs]

A List of "Beautiful" Words: Orange

for your next poem/story

Apricot - a variable color averaging a moderate orange

Carotene - any of several orange or red crystalline hydrocarbon pigments that occur in the chromoplasts of plants and in the fatty tissues of plant-eating animals and are convertible to vitamin A

Carroty - resembling carrots in color

Jack-o'-lantern - any of several large orangish gill fungi (genus Omphalotus) that are poisonous and luminescent

Pumpkin - a strong orange color

Saffron - a moderate orange to orange yellow

Tangerine - a moderate to strong reddish orange

Terracotta - a brownish orange

Titian - of a brownish-orange color

Vermilion - a vivid reddish orange

More: Lists of Beautiful Words ⚜ Word Lists

[sentientsky]

“To The Daughter Who Secretly Longs For Her Mother’s Affection,” Lynne Shayko

today i learned that i’m not above using my own fanart as a backdrop for angst <3

[doomedclockworkdotmp3]

heeyyy gaaanggg

the pose and the background of the album version (left) are based on oingo boingos only a lad album art. not cause i think he has anything to do with it but just cause ive been wantin to draw that pose for like. weeks and i didnt know who to put there. so why not my latest bug man.

[mournfulroses]

Charles Baudelaire, from The Flowers of Evil: Poems; "Hymn To Beauty,"

[fullcolorfright]

I liked the imagery in this Baudelaire passage