On shaky legs I stand
A pressure in my chest
Noises in my thoughts
That scarce allow me rest
Thumping in my ears
The rush of blood so loud
Like storm winds lashing heartstrings
With boiling, blackened clouds
That bare down upon on me with
The weight of a world behind
Yet when I hold your eyes with mine
Peace is what I find
©Aarron Mondello
19/9/2018
A bubbling cookpot over a fire
Diced meat and roots were stewing
Behind his red-rimmed tired eyes
Dark thoughts and storms were brewing
Back and forth the memories ran
In bleak shadows on his face
Lazy circles of a wooden spoon
Were in the cookpot traced
Screaming echoed in his mind
Those lost being lost again
Mechanically he raised his bowl
And spooned the thick stew in
All he loved was lost now
All his life was bled
Moonlight glinted on cold steel
As he tallied up his lead
Blood for blood he hunted
Through the land he crept
Those he sought would know him
And rue the tears he’d wept
The sun was not yet rising
When he pulled his small camp down
In the predawn chill and grey
He was a wraith without a sound
Coppyright Aarron Mondello
27/7/2018
I’ll take a promise from you
And put it in my pocket
Just to keep it safe until
I buy a little golden locket
I put it safe inside
To see that it’s not broken
Hang from a chain around my neck
The promise that was spoken
I wear it all the time
Keep it safe against my heart
And take comfort from your promise
When it gets a little dark
When ever I’m not with you
Not standing by your side
I whisper sweet things to the locket
And the promise held inside
Copyright Aarron Mondello
10/7/2018
Fractured
Sharpened claws digging in
Serrated edges tearing skin
Screaming loud for attention
Haunted voices of addiction
Darkness in the mind abides
Darkness wherein serpents slide
Screaming out for sustenance
Words tinged with childish truculence
Tremors quaking, heaving the world
Rocking the ground, all sense hurled
To lay broken against a shattered heart
Obsidian psyche torn apart
Pestered and badgered by a thousand voices
Stumbling blindly through a thousand choices
In confusion drowning fast
Swearing fealty to a splintered past
Jealousy in the constant scorned
Forgotten smiles lay never mourned
Contradictions in hidden dreams
Fractures bridged with rotted seams
©Aarron Mondello
22/6/2018
I saw your eyes in the shadowed night
Shining with an inner light
And all my fears washed away
When I saw in your eyes you meant to stay
You tickled my neck with your whispers
As softly spoken as velvet slippers
The promises you made caused me to sweat
Sultry sentences with veiled threat
And as we lay in the pale moonlight
Your glowing skin a beautiful sight
Nothing could prepare me for what came next
You plunged a dagger into my chest
A gurgling rattle sounded my last breath
I lay with you and succumbed to death
The last thing I saw as I finally died
Your gleeful smile spreading wide
©Aarron Mondello
5/5/2018
Three little pigs went out one day
Were caught by a butcher and brutally slain
Never again did the pigs complain
About the big bad wolf who wouldn’t go away
Little Red Riding Hood grabbed the treats
Basket on her arm she was tidy and neat
Out in the forest she was too slow on her feet
Pounced on from behind the wolf started to eat
Hansel and Gretel in a sweet cake hut
Gretel’s back swollen in welts and cuts
She weeps silently when Hansel’s time is up
The witch cackled loud when she spills his guts
Young flying Peter from another land
Dueling back and forth on the white beach sand
With a pirate who sports a black hook for hand
The sand turned red with spilled blood of the Pan
Snow White lying still and cold as death
Barely seen is the rise and fall of her chest
Along comes one who steals her breath
Strangled and suffocated Snow White is dead
Twist it, taint it, make it hollow
Take the light and cast it in shadow
Tales told in a voice pitched low
In the flickering light of a candles glow
©Aarron Mondello
27/4/2018
In the dark of night when shadows roam
I feel alone
In the quiet sleepiness of my home
Where all the shadows roam
In the midnight hour they wake
Creeping sneaking sounds they make
I pray softly they don’t take
Me, to the shores of their dead lake
Through the darkened halls they come
Putrid evil songs they hum
While I hide and hope someone
Will save me before the night is done
As I cower in my bed
I envision scenes of dread
And all about the Shadows tred
Shadows that live in my own head
©Aarron Mondello
27/2/2018
A hollow wind blew through the cracks
Of the dusty, dry, grey ground
It sent a shiver down my back
That dreadful groaning sound
Below the black hill where I stood
Colourless spectres roamed
Towards a far off darkened woods
Down a broken road
Above my head the sky hung dreary
With heavy bottomed clouds
Just to see them made me weary
As they drizzled cold rain down
I turned up my collar against the rain
And started for the trees
For I live now on this dark astral plain
With its sorrowful moaning breeze
I gained the plateau at the base
Of they great tall darkened hill
There I met a man with out a face
Though he made for the forest still
With jerky movements in slow motion
They all trod their path on
I was hit with a startling notion
That all I saw was wrong
For here I moved as ever I had
In my waking life
In tattered rags all others were clad
Where I was clothed in white
I began to notice as I passed
All dead eyes turned to me
Fearful I began to run fast
Towards those ominous trees
A screeching and ungodly wailing
Split the eternal night
And against a wall of dead I was railing
With the tree coming nigh
My foot crossed into the forest
And every thing went black
I trembled awaiting some new horror
Then woke up lying on my back
My sheets were plastered to my skin
Sweat coated every inch of me
Through my window dead eyes peered in
A sea of ghosts awaiting me
©Aarron Mondello
25/2/2018
By Aarron Mondello
5/2/2018
From the dark forest came a single caw
A warning from a raven
Yet on he drew to a shadows maw
The young man felt no craven
A light wind blew like the breeze of death
And carried the scent of age old pine
It rustled the leaves like a gentle breath
As the young man crossed the shadows line
Forlorn and lonely a distant wolf’s cry
Piercing the silent veil
Above thick branches blocked out the sky
Through which no light could avail
The howl cut off and silence reigned
The forest grew mute and pressing
Through shifting shadows his eyes strained
Against dark trees standing sentry
Came then a whisper at his ear
He whipped his head around
He spied no one in the darkness near
Goosebumps climbed his flesh
On through the forest made of night
Where shadows tricked his eyes
And showed him a woman clothed in white
Beautiful and wise
Flitting between the trees he saw her
She moved without a sound
She ignored his every attempt to call her
A cool mist rose up from the ground
Came again a bare whisper-a word
Follow follow follow
Soft and alluring was the voice he heard
His breath came rapid and shallow
They came at last to a well lit space
A clearing in the trees
She opened her arms to offer embrace
A gesture that drove him to his knees
The fog engulfed that man and maiden
A billowing wall of white
It swallowed whole the man-no craven
Left alone his lady dressed in white
The moon saw all with its pale stare
The Maiden lay on the grass
Her body melted into the air
Until the next young man should pass
©Aarron Mondello
5/2/2018
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By Aarron Mondello
30/12/2017
The Traveller with his hat pulled low
Against the scorching sun
Strolling across the desert, slow
A Devil on the run
His heart burns cold like ice
A dead lump in his chest
On his skin the blood of life
Behind him shadows nest
He rides the tail of his black fame
Clear across the land
Wearing a mask of unfelt shame
And a jacket fashioned from the skin of man
The Devil shines bright in his eyes
He long ago sold his soul
Spreading since then malicious lies
While his footsteps salt the soil
Since the day he signed the pact in blood
Evil in his heart has reigned
He swore off from any brotherhood
His joy that day was slain
Now all he dreams is blood
Now all he leaves is death
Now all he worships is his black God
With dark prayers upon his breath
©Aarron Mondello
30/12/2017
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