The peace of you

 

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

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The first one on my own

And turned my tired, weary tread

In a direction I knew for home

You walked along next to me

And ran through the blinding dark

Your footfalls thudding on the ground

Counterpoint to my heart

You fell to floor beside me

And lent to me your wisdom

Passed on to me the strength I needed

To battle for my freedom

Where were you when I finally saw me

When the darkness finally receded

You were the whisper in my mind

The one I rarely heeded

Where were you? You were with me

For you and I are one and the same

I’d just lost sight of myself

Until that cleansing earthen rain
©Aarron Mondello

29/8/2018

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

Shadow Thoughts

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

Dark plane

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

Astral

The Forest Maiden

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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The Corridor pt1

I have been writing a short story that will come in three, possibly four parts. Here is part one, I hope you enjoy it while I finish off part two.


By Aarron Mondello

15/11/2017

Burning rush torches dimly lit the narrow corridor, sputtering and sparking in their sconces.
Dark patches of shifting shadow hung heavy in the spaces between them.
The walls, dark and dirty, seemed to stretch on forever until they met at a point far off in the distance.
But that could have been a trick the gloom played on his eyes, no corridor could be that long.
He turned to look behind him, wondering how he came to be here.
No answers did he find in the old flaking paint nor the patches of brick he saw there.
He turned back to stare back down the impossibly long hall.
For a while he just stood wracking his brain, trying to remember anything from before he found himself here.
His mind was blank, his memories empty or hiding.

From behind and around him a soft wind tickled his bare chest, coiled around his shoulders and came to rest on the back of his neck like a ghostly hand.
There was a gentle push. Not on his body but in his mind.
A compelling whisper deep in his thoughts that breezed around his consciousness and bade him walk.
So he did.
He felt oddly calm as he took those few steps in this strange place.

A dozen flat sounding steps he took. No echo of his footfalls, no little puffs of dust as his feet scuffed slowly over the black, stone floor.
A wave of vertigo swept over him. A surreal feeling crying out that he was dreaming and none of this was real.
When he reached the first torch he looked back the way he had come.
The child that still lingered in his heart was certain he would see the wall right there in front of him like he’d not moved at all. Or worse, gone and replaced by another corridor stretching on into dark oblivion.
But there was the dirty wall he had briefly examined only moments ago. Slightly darker now that he stood in the light of a torch, but no more or less than where it should be.

He turned to resume walking but as he did something caught his eye.
A door, small, dark and rotting squatted at an odd angle beneath the torch.
The planks were cracked and warped, gaps where they no longer sat flush allowed him to glimpse into the darkness behind.
He put his sweaty palm to the door and softly pushed. Surprisingly, the door opened silently and without resistance.
He stood in the doorway and stared into nothing. Looking left he saw the hallway stretching on forever, looking right that same dirty wall a short distance away.
But when he looked through the door it was though the darkness came alive and leapt out into the hallway, swallowing him, blinding him.
Cutting off his peripheral and drowning him.

But it wasn’t a complete nothing. From somewhere in the darkness came a soft rhythmic THUD-UD THUD-UD THUD-UD.
It came in pulses against his senses, vibrations in the air seemed to massage every part of him while the sound carried waves of calm which broke over the shores of a beautiful and forgotten beach and  left him feeling peaceful, relaxed.
Then the door closed without any interference from him. A hollow BOOM awoke him to where he was and he stood confused, staring at a dirty patch of soot-blackened brick, the door was gone.
For a moment he wondered about the strange door before deciding it didn’t matter.
He turned and began moving towards the next torch a short distance away.

The torch fluttered just above his head. This door looked exactly like the first one, it opened just as silently.
The same darkness leapt out to engulf him and drive his senses away with that comforting THUD-UD THUD-UD THUD-UD.
Only now there was another sound weaving itself through the gentle thud.
A constant murmur like people talking too loudly in another room. Heard but not understood, it caused unease to taint the peace he felt.
The door closed and he moved on.

Three more doors he passed that were just like the first two. Old and rotten things that hid the calming thud and the murmur that shook it.
The dirty patch of wall where he had started had faded with the distance and stood now as a slightly lighter patch of shadow surrounded by darkness back the way he had come.
He was beginning to fear this place with its dirty walls, rotten doors and perpetual sameness.
He ran to the sixth door and threw it open.
The dark.
The thud.
The murmur.
Heart pounding in his chest he took off for the seventh door and slammed it open.
The dark.
The thud.
The murmur.
His pulse thrumming in his ears he turned and sped for the eighth door.
He skidded to a halt and kicked the door. Rotten wood crumbled easily and fell to pile at his feet. A glimpse of
The dark.
The thud.
The murmur.
The thudding matched his heartbeat, the murmur ran with his pulse.
Far from relaxing now, it was maddening!

Pursued by sounds and darkness he could not explain he half ran, half stumbled towards the ninth door.
He reached it panting and sweating. Tears ran unknown his cheeks.
He shook his head trying to deny his desire to open the door but knowing he would, knowing he already was.
He opened the door and screamed, but there was only the darkness.
No thud.
No murmur.

Then the black pulsed red.
A high pitched tone suddenly split the silence, another sameness, the tone never changed, never wobbled.
Panic began to bubble in his chest, boiling, a pressure in his throat that stoped his breath.
He leaned forward.
A voice echoed off the blackness
“She’s gone. We have to get him out now.”

The darkness pulsed a painful red with each word.
His fingers scrabbled uselessly at the door handle but in his panic he couldn’t make them obey him.
The screaming tone tore at his ears and stabbed into his mind shattering all thought and memory into a million cutting shards that sliced his brain with ice.
The darkness flashed red with every beat of his heart, like a strobe light from hell, setting his eyes on fire.
His fingers finally found a purchase on the door handle and with a wordless cry he threw himself backwards, pulling the door closed with him.
The door slammed with a resounding boom that echoed off down the hall chased by a whisper
“He’s not breathing.”
Pain flared in the back of skull as his head snapped back and bounced off the wall behind him. He sunk dazed and dizzy to the floor.
The door before him slowly faded, grew transparent and finally disappeared, leaving only a cracked wall in its place.
He leaned to the side and heaved until stomach was empty.
Then sitting against the wall, chin on his chest, he sunk into a troubled sleep.

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