Devils Night

Skeletal rattling in my ear

Whispering to me words of fear

While from the shadows demons leer

And downward turned is the Dark Moons sneer

 

Somewhere behind me comes a crunching

What shadow bred beast be munching

I turn around and see it slouching

Over death, a silhouette is crouching

 

I spin and run on leaden feet

Laughter echoes down the street

Of such surprise awaited me

As from the Dark Moon I did flee

 

In front of me did alight

A beast to behold a fearsome sight

Plucked from the bowels of this Dark Mooned night

I halted there full of fright

 

It opened up its slimy maw

Serrated teeth therein I saw

A creature outside nature’s law

The beast reached out a devil’s claw

 

Shameful tears of hate I cried

Away from baleful eyes I shied

When it spoke to me of how heaven lied

In the lilting tones of my dead bride

 

I roared primal rage through flowing tears

And saw shock replace the demons sneer

I launched myself like a spear

And felt above the Dark Moons fear

 

I pounded hard into the beast

Tearing at it with nails and teeth

And when it’s thrashing finally ceased

I set my vicious anger free

 

And for what was left of that Dark Mooned night

Until dawn spread it’s pale light

I felled each beast that came in sight

While the Dark Moon quaked on its velvet height

 

©Aarron Mondello

20/8/2018

Words

 

 

Do you have some sad words

That I can put down on this page

Or perhaps some fiery angry words

That make you scream and rage

 

Where are your profound words

To make me stop and think

To challenge all my beliefs

And place them on the brink

 

What about your jealous words

Tinged with hues of green

Or melancholy bittersweet

Words of things you’ve seen

 

Can you find some words for me

Of joyful laughing times

Heady happy memories

That I can fashion into rhymes

 

Sit a while and tell me words

Of all things in your head

Words that I can twist and turn

Into tales to be read

 

©Aarron Mondello

8/8/2018

Awake and Dreaming

By Aarron Mondello

15/11/2017

 

It’s 10:15 am in Western Australia as I sit down at my ancient computer and begin to type this.
the laughter (and sometimes screams) of two of my four children echo down the hallway. the sounds of them at play in their room. One of them is sick, or at least was last night so he is home from school today.

The sun shining through the large dining room window just above me and to my right is filtered through a sizeable tree in my backyard and casts dancing lights and swaying shadows across the table I sit at and the clutter of notebooks and pens, folders and files that lie strewn around my monitor. Most of it is mine, words and works I have penned over the years. A lot of it recently.

The day is set to reach a rather warm 34 degrees celsius.
Yet as comforting as the mid-morning light is, as normal and relaxing the sounds of my children at play are, there is this shadow resting in the back of my mind.
Just sitting there doing nothing for the most part. However it does surge forward occasionally, just to remind me it’s there, I think.

It’s the shadow of a dream I had last night. At least I think it was a dream. It felt very real.

From the moment I (thought I) woke up every sensation, every movement was as real as the feeling of the keyboard that is now at my fingertips.

I sat up with a jolt, choking and suffocating. My mouth had filled with saliva so much so that I felt I had taken a mouthful of water and was holding it behind my lips. Something small and hard moved around in the pool of saliva though I didn’t know if it moved of its accord or my abrupt sitting motion had set it to shifting.
All I knew was that I had to spit it out, NOW!

I crawled to the foot of my bed, my lovely lady asleep and unaware of my movements. But I felt light, slow and seemed to almost float each time I lifted a limb from the mattress.
Finally I gained the end of the bed and attempted to simply step off the bed and onto the narrow strip of floor between it and our wardrobe.
I floated slightly up into the air and performed a half somersault in the air. My back came to rest softly against the wardrobe door with my head facing down. I rolled over and crawled my way down the wardrobe grunting and trying to get the attention of my sleeping lady without opening my mouth and releasing a torrent of spittle. She did not even stir.

Hellbent on making it down the hallway to the bathroom (the feel of this little hard thing in mouth was revolting) I began to crawl towards the bedroom door. It was hard going as every time I made any movement an apparent lack of gravity would seek to pull me into the air. When I finally made it to the door my heart sunk, the bedroom door was closed and I would have to stand to reach the handle.

At this point I grew confused, unsure if I was awake or asleep. I could feel the carpet beneath my hands and knees, hear my lady and my children snoring in the depths of their sleep, but we never close the bedroom door at night and for some reason finding it closed scared me and threw my whole mind into uncertainty. Before here, I had KNOWN I was awake (as far as I was concerned) and the floating lack of gravity was something to be explained at a time I was not at risk of drowning in my own saliva.
But the door being closed..? Now THAT was truly strange.

I placed one hand on the cold wood of the door began walking the other up towards the handle, all my concentration focused on not leaving the ground in this strange world where bedrooms had closed doors.
After an eternity I wrapped my fingers around the handle, pulled it down and dragged the door open.

Here is where I began to fear truly.

There was a pulling sensation, but that isn’t quite right. I couldn’t feel anything. Nothing gripped me, no wind blew me, and yet sure enough my feet lifted from the floor and no matter how hard I tried to fight against it I was slowly rolled over in the air so I was facing down and I began to float through the door, feet first.
I tried call out then, no longer caring if I spilled what felt like an impossible amount of saliva from my mouth.
But I could only gurgle, like someone yelling underwater. Large globs of saliva floated freely in front of my face. Sadly, the small hard thing was still in my mouth and as much saliva poured out of my mouth it was instantly replaced.
I tried to grip the door frame with fingers that felt fat and unbendable.
My greatest fear in that moment was that I would be pulled past the bathroom door and unable to remove this foreign object from between my cheeks.
Over and over I tried to call out. Slowly I floated uncontrollably down the hallway.
As my shoulders passed the bathroom door Panic overtook me and I squirmed and flailed as much as I could in a vain attempt to get through the door and expel this disgusting something down the
 drain.

I don’t recall making the decision the wake up, as I have often in the past when gripped by waking nightmares. I don’t recall struggling to sit up so hard that for hours (sometimes days) after my stomach muscles hurt.
I do recall a strange sensation of swimming up. When I was a kid my friends and I would swim to bottom of the deep end in the local swimming pool, touch a silver plate fixed in the floor and swim back to the surface. This sensation felt exactly like that.
But I do recall bolting upright in bed, confused and unsure as to how I got there from the hallway. Even more confused about my mouth so dry that my lips were sticking to my teeth.
I don’t know how long I sat there trying to puzzle out what had just happened but eventually I became aware of my lovely lady rubbing my leg and asking me over and over if I was okay, reassuring me it was just a dream.
I told her what had happened, what I felt.
“I should really know by now that if you’re groaning in your sleep you’re not long away from sitting up suddenly and scaring the shit out of me” she told me.

I found out this morning that we had been in bed maybe twenty minutes, maybe not even that long and my lovely lady had not even fallen asleep yet despite me hearing her snoring and being unable to get her attention.

And reading this back to myself it doesn’t even seem that scary. But last night when I found the bedroom shut, while I was faced with the very real prospect of being unable to spit that small, hard whatever-it-was down the drain, then it was more terrifying and unnerving than the sudden disappearance of gravity.

This truly happened to me last night, and many other strange yet similar occurrences on many other nights in the past.
I just wanted to share it.

Monster

A childhood stolen
Innocence lost
Your depraved appetites
Came with a cost
But it isn’t a cost
That you have to bare
The horror you inflicted upon her
It just was not fair
You deserve to be skinned
And strung up alive
The poor little angel
I’m glad she survived
But while you sit there with
Not enough time behind bars
Your demons she’ll carry
No matter how far
She may travel to try and escape you.

The devil under her bed
Is frighteningly real
The ghosts inside her head
Feel corporeal
Physically there
Living in her soul
Physically there
She lives in a hole
And you still dare
To smile away
Her ghosts and demons
Will devour you one day.

©Aarron Mondello 2017


This one comes from a very personal experience. Thank you for reading and please, feel free to let me know what you think.

Featured image

https://www.deviantart.com/art/Drawlloween-2017-Ghoul-708848437

The Maiden

By Aarron Mondello

12/11/2017

“Come”
The Maiden spoke with voice so fair
“Come ”
As the sun shone auburn in her hair
“Come”
She smiled so wide and free
“Come”
Her eyes sparkled mischievously

Then
She laid her shoulders bare
Then
She showed him sights so fare
Then
He felt his manhood flare
Then
Her body did she share

Though
He took selfish pleasure in this deed
Though
He sated primal lusts and needs
Though
He felt his spirit soared free
Though
She now slept contentedly

He
Deep down felt an unknown fear
He
Ignored the whispers in his ear
He
Did not see the shadows leer
He
Could not guess his death was near

Now
He slept she opened her eyes
Now
She doffed her tempting lies
Now
Her victim she espied
Now
Feeds this ancient Succubi.

 

©2017


Featured Image: Head Huntress by Loputon

Looking For Myself

I would love to know what you think of this one that I wrote at  a time in life, a few years ago, when I lost sight of who i was. First penned 1/5/2012


By Aarron Mondello

 

Under every rock i peek,
Behind every bush I seek,
With open eyes and open mind,
I look to find what I can see.

Behind all closed doors I look,
In the shadows of every nook,
With hopeful heart and hopeful soul,
I look to fill my life’s book.

I go search underground,
To see what might be found,
With cautious steps and cautious breaths,
I left a token with the spirit bound.

I gaze in strangers eyes,
I stare long at starlit skies,
With fearful thoughts in my fearful mind,
I look to find my hidden life.

I look everywhere I roam,
I search hardest here at home,
With high hopes in my fractured soul,
I look to make myself known.

©Aarron Mondello

 

 

A World Within.

 

By Aarron Mondello

9/11/2017

Dust and grit fell down on Dorthium as the earth trembled, dusting his long white hair with pepper coloured dirt. He coughed as the cloud settled to the ground around him.

How long had he been here now, trapped in this underground cavern? Hours? Days? There was no way to mark the passing of time in this dim place that would be his tomb. If it wasn’t for the softly glowing sphere resting on his lap he would have been in total darkness.

The Sphere is what brought him here. Rumours of its power to hold a world had intrigued and captivated him for three times the life span of a normal man. Now in his final years he had sought it. Extending all his magic and reputation to pin point its location and now he was paying for his lust.

When he first held aloft the Sphere it had a flashed a brilliant blue and shown in his mind images of open fields dotted with herds of great animals baring sail-like fins down their back. Rolling hills carpeted in softly swaying yellow grass. And trees that waved their branches tipped with purple leaves and bright flowers in a cool breeze.

Far above the landscape dragons tumbled and played in the clouds, long tails reflecting the sun in rainbow coloured flashes.

In the distance a sparkling green ocean stretched to the horizon, calm and inviting.

With a sound like rushing air the light had fled back to the Sphere and the first tremor followed it, collapsing the only entrance to the cave.

A long time he spent trying to free himself from the cavern but try as he might Dorthium was unable to shift the rubble that trapped him, geomancy was never among his strengths and now, as an old mage, all his powers were failing.

He had spent the time that followed employing all the arts known to him in an attempt to awaken the Sphere and allow him to cross into that other world he had glimpsed. Or even to release that world and hopefully have the sudden construction of it burst out of this place and free him.

Finally, exhausted, he had to stop. He could feel his strength failing and knew he would die if he continued to use his magic so recklessly. He didn’t want to die, he wanted to be alive and free.

For a while he could think of nothing else to do but to stare at the Sphere glowing softly with a pale blue light.

He fell asleep at some stage and woke with a jolt, confused and scared, not knowing where he was. Then memory of the Sphere, the world it showed and the tunnel collapsing flooded his mind and momentarily dizzied him.

Thirsty, he rummaged in his pack and bought out a dented flask. Only a small amount remained and panic tinged his thoughts.

He turned back to the Sphere and cast spell after spell upon it.

All manner of spells he cast. Spells to unlock. Spells to persuade, to control. Spells that would allow a barren woman to conceive or a broken manhood to flare again with life.

He even cast a few vile spells that would wake the dead or invade a living mind.

All fell flat on the Sphere. It was as though it wasn’t there.

Hunger gnawed at his belly and he tasted thirst again but he would not stop. He knew now that if he did not gain access to this world he would perish in the cavern and none would ever find his bones. He would turn to dust on the floor.

Better to die trying than to limply await his fate.

His nose started to bleed as he went past the point of exhaustion, past the point where he could heal himself.

He cast a spell that would bring a small patch of infertile ground to life mingled with one that would speed the growth of plants and the Sphere flashed bright.

Dorthium found himself floating bodiless above the ruins of a great castle amidst as lush forest.

The walls about the castle ground choked with Ivy that slowly, relentlessly pulled it down brick by brick.

He tried to move a found he was as a breeze, able to flow effortlessly wherever he pleased.

Down and around the castle he flew. Through an open window staring like a dead eye and down a warped stair case that led into the dank bowels of the castle.

He found a crack in the roof of the dungeon and passed through it as though it were a great doorway opening onto the world.

Up high into the air he went and flew unnoticed with the dragons as they twirled through the clouds.

He laughed in his mind for the freedom he felt.

Then the world shook and rattled and everything fell out of focus. It was as though he was gazing through a dirty looking glass.

Something gripped him then and pulled on him. He was dragged up higher in the air no matter how hard he fought against it.

Up through the atmosphere he sped and with a body jarring jolt he was flung back into himself. The sphere now pulsed, its blue light throbbing from deep within.

The ground under him shook violently and the rock above him groaned.

Blood now poured from his nose in an endless stream. His chest felt like a fire had been kindled over his heart. His stomach clenched painfully and the sick smell of human waste assaulted him as his bowels emptied.

It had cost him too much to remain in that other world for so long. His body was done, shutting down.

The Sphere also seemed displeased for each time the pulsing light grew bright the earth around him rumbled harder.

He curled protectively over the Sphere as chunks of stone as big as his head began to fall around him.

The blood from his nose coated the top of it and turned the calm blue light a sickly purple.

An instant of pain, a bright flash of light. Over before he realised part of the ceiling had let go and smashed his failing body flat.

 

Groggily Dorthium rolled to his back. His whole body hurt, felt bruised and broken as though he had been trampled by elephants. His head pounded like a bass and he saw floating flecks each time that drum was struck.

It was darkness absolute.

He laid them for a time, mentally taking stock of all the pains his body felt. Nothing too serious, nothing broken, but by the gods he hurt.

A cool, gentle breeze wafted over his face carrying the tang of salt water to him.

Something snuffed close to his head and he felt a soft wet something nudge at the side of his face.

He opened his eyes and looked up into a clear blue sky. A shadow passed over him as a dragon flew overhead turning corkscrews in the air and trumpeting joyfully to its mates.

He rolled onto his side and struggled to his hands and knees startling the creature that was investigating him.

The great dog barked shrilly and jumped back snuffing the air. After a moment it turned and fled along a shore made of smooth white stone.

Dorthium looked up at the vast sparkling emerald waters of a spreading ocean and laughed.

He had made it at the last to the world within.