“Charles, let me help you. Your friends are not statues.” The gorgon’s hissing voice was terror beyond comprehension. Dread and despair had finally broken me.’
–Jeffrey LeBlanc (THE GORGON)
KING OF THE GARGOYLE album is roaring away!!!
To feel alive with your terrified pulse pounding, to feel the warm embrace of love, to have your teeth chatter with fear, the stomach quivering nausea of dread, or the blinding throes of rage, is what I offer with this collection. These horror poems I share with you have blazed the flames brightly to inspire me to create the most ghastly of horror tales and the most powerful of rock songs to date. You’re going to know my soul crushing angst in ‘Blood in the Pouring Rain’ as I saved my father’s life. You’ll look over your shoulder a glance or two maybe with a tear hearing the haunting ‘Sarah the Eternal’. And maybe you will laugh and howl along with ‘Ghost on Christmas Mountain’ to lift your spirits.
A chill wind weaves thro’ the rows of sheaves
In the meadows that shimmer pale,
And comes to twine where the headstones shine
And the ghouls of the churchyard wail
For harvests that fly and fail.
–H.P. Lovecraft (Halloween in a Suburb)
For my death—for death comes to us all in the end–in this hideous murk is soon. It’s the other fate, a fate worse than death, that I truly fear now. It’s inconceivable and incomprehensible to imagine that horrific fate. For should this monster I spoke of find me, I’ll be immortally frozen for all eternity—encased and alive mind you–as lifeless stone.
–Jeffrey LeBlanc (The Gorgon)
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