The Best Halloween Poems–Episode 15: “The Return of Sir Richard Grenville” By Robert E. Howard
“Rise up, rise up,” Sir Richard said,
“The hounds of doom are free;
“The slayers come to take your head
“To hang on the ju-ju tree.”–Robert E. Howard
Author: Jeffrey LeBlanc
Horror is in my blood and in my bones! It's what we enjoy and what we live to for.
I've taken my experiences and travels throughout Louisiana and remote places around the world to create novels and short stories of horror and the macabre. Many of the stories are original creations to sink your teeth into. But be warned. My characters bite back.
Currently we have written four books and have four working drafts of horror novels and short story collections. Many, many more will follow.
Titles:
**The Devil of Black Bayou
**Wings of the Seraph
**Wolves, Wings, & Other Things
**Shadows...Ghosts of the Moonlight
Working Drafts:
**Mary Wept (Homage to "The Exorcist", "William Wilson", and "The Shrine")
**Lightning Bug
**Wolf of Bluff Mountain
**The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
Again, welcome to our website! We hope you enjoy!
The Best Halloween Poems–Episode 14: “The Haunted Palace” By Edgar Allan Poe
#halloween #horror #hwa #horrorpoetry #horrorgram #instahorror #writingcommunity #edgarallanpoe #undead #death #devil #ghosts #phantoms #worm #instabook #horrorgram Welcome ….to…. Dweller of the Dark! We are a channel honoring the yellowed and blackened bones of many prominent authors. We will be digging up several obscure, strange, and forgotten authors who influenced many of the great horror, science […]
The Best Halloween Poems–Episode 13: “Song at Midnight” By Robert E. Howard
A slow-worm spoke from the gallows foot:
“Death is spoils for a crow to loot.
“The winds and the rain they worked their will,
“The kites and the ravens have had their fill,
“But last of all when the chains broke free,
“The fruit of the gallows came to me.
“Men and their works, so swiftly past,
“Come to a feast for the worms at last.
“Here I have gnawed on this marrow good,
“Where now I gnaw on this crumbling wood.
“For men and their works are a feast for me—
“The bones, and the noose, and the gallows tree.”–Robert E. Howard
Halloween Horror: “The Hound” By H.P. Lovecraft
In my tortured ears there sounds unceasingly a nightmare whirring and flapping, and a faint, distant baying as of some gigantic hound. It is not dream—it is not, I fear, even madness—for too much has already happened to give me these merciful doubts. St. John is a mangled corpse; I alone know why, and such is my knowledge that I am about to blow out my brains for fear I shall be mangled in the same way. Down unlit and illimitable corridors of eldritch phantasy sweeps the black, shapeless Nemesis that drives me to self-annihilation.–H.P. Lovecraft
The Best Halloween Poems–Episode 12: “The Witch” By Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
The cutting wind is a cruel foe.
I dare not stand in the blast.
My hands are stone, and my voice a groan,
And the worst of death is past.
I am but a little maiden still,
My little white feet are sore.
Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door!–Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
The Best Halloween Poems–Episode 11: “The Valley of Unrest” By Edgar Allan Poe
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley’s restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless—
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!–Edgar Allan Poe
“Ligeia” Edgar Allan Poe’s Vampire Classic
I CANNOT, for my soul, remember how, when, or even precisely where, I first became acquainted with the lady Ligeia. Long years have since elapsed, and my memory is feeble through much suffering. –Edgar Allan Poe
The Best Halloween Poems–Episode 10: “Solomon Kane’s Homecoming” By Robert E. Howard
The white gulls wheeled above the cliffs, the air was slashed with foam,
The long tides moaned along the strand when Solomon Kane came home.
He walked in silence strange and dazed through the little Devon town,
His gaze, like a ghost’s come back to life, roamed up the streets and down.–Robert E. Howard
The Best Halloween Poems–Episode 9: “The Conqueror Worm” By Edgar Allan Poe
But see, amid the mimic rout,
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!—it writhes!—with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.–Edgar Allan Poe
The Best Halloween Poems–Episode 8: “Nemesis” By H. P. Lovecraft
Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night,
I have liv’d o’er my lives without number,
I have sounded all things with my sight;
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.–H.P. Lovecraft
The Best Halloween Poems–Episode 7: “The Shadow on the Stone” By Thomas Hardy
I thought her behind my back,
Yea, her I long had learned to lack,
And I said: ‘I am sure you are standing behind me,
Though how do you get into this old track?’
And there was no sound but the fall of a leaf
As a sad response; and to keep down grief
I would not turn my head to discover
That there was nothing in my belief.
–Thomas Hardy (The Shadow on the Stone)
“A Night of Fangs” By Various Authors (Narrated By Jeffrey LeBlanc)
Night, black as pitch and filled with the wailing of a dead wind, sank like a shapeless specter into the oily waters of the Indian Ocean, leaving a great gray expanse of sullen sea, empty except for a solitary speck that rose and dropped in the long swell.–Hugh B. Cave (Stragella)
The Best Halloween Poems–Episode 6: “The Owl” By Jeffrey LeBlanc
And freezing, the Owl never leaving, still is staring, still is staring
Perched upon Great Pan’s limbs just above my swamp shore;
Perched, twisted head, and stares as the dead to distant Stygian moors,
His Erebus eyes, become gilded fireflies, flickering to flame seething, possibly dreaming,
Whilst leprous moon overhead wakes the forgotten dead in shadows before;
And as I lie waiting my flickering shadow anticipating those ghostly shadows before
Cackles the Owl “Katina” evermore!”–Jeffrey LeBlanc
The Best Halloween Poems–Episode 5: “The Song of the Bats” By Robert E. Howard
“We were kings of old!” they chanted,
“Rulers of a world enchanted;
“Every nation of creation
“Owned our lordship over men.
“Diadems of power crowned us,
“Then rose Solomon to confound us,
“In the form of beasts he bound us,
“So our rule was broken then.”–Robert E. Howard
The Best Halloween Poems–Episode 4: “A Child’s Nightmare” By Robert Graves
#halloween #horror #hwa #horrorpoetry #horrorgram #instahorror #writingcommunity #robertgraves #blackcat #death #ghosts Welcome ….to…. Dweller of the Dark! We are a channel honoring the yellowed and blackened bones of many prominent authors. We will be digging up several obscure, strange, and forgotten authors who influenced many of the great horror, science fiction, and fantasy writers today. […]
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