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 Newly Departed

By Aarron Mondello

1/12/2017

Alone here I sit
The newly departed
Leaving behind
Those broken hearted

As through a window
I stare looking in
No breath do I take
No blood of the living

No sun on my skin
For skin I have none
No feeling in hands
Bodiless, numb

No emotion in me
No anger seething
No joy or jealousy
At those still breathing

No tears to be shed
At least not by me
From all feeling in death
I am suddenly freed

Like a soft breeze
I now roam this land
A breeze that once was
A real bleeding man.

Featured image: animated wallpaper for smartphones

Confessions of a dead man

By Aarron Mondello

21/11/2017

Hush now spirit
Don’t you weep
Tell me your secrets
I will keep
Them oh so close
To my silent heart
Nary a word will ever part
From between
My lips shut tight
I will take them
Unto eternal night

Hear me father
Hear my words
I live here now
Betwixt two worlds
When breath filled me
I was a vain man
From all obligation
Ever I ran
Centred solely
On myself
Now I am in
This grey hell
Ever the colours
I ignored
And lived by the creed
The pen’s mightier than the sword
With script on a page
I pulled the high down low
And relished without guilt
In the strong cash flow
I lived like a king
In the material world
From others suffering
I built my Hold
Carved in blood
I provoked the ire
Of the innocent
With their fires
At the end
I was a drunken sot
When they came upon me
And cast me down to rot
My self indulged life
Thus did end
I met my fate
Without a friend

Hear me spirit
Know I speak true
Only the Father
Can judge you
Though I see
Why you tarry here
For we both know
Your damnation is near
Still you run
In death as in life
Cast out from the living
To this grey life
Escape it forever?
You can try
But your always under
His watchful eye
And now I bid you
Spirit farewell
Soon you’ll burn
In the fires of hell.

Featured image is the confessional room at Macau Cathedral.

A Haunting

By Aarron Mondello

19/11/2017

A Haunting.

Late last night home alone
I was sitting on the sofa
When behind me I heard a sorrowful moan
And footsteps coming closer

Instantly I jumped up scared
And looked behind me in the room
Nothing did I see there
Bar shadows cast in from the moon

I told myself it was just
My imagination
I told myself that I must
Quit drugs use in recreation

Convinced that I was just a fool
I resumed my comfy place
When there came the feel of something cool
Sliding down my face

I cried out in alarm
And jumped quickly up again
Painfully knocking my left arm
On the couches wooden end

I grabbed my throbbing elbow
And peered into the gloom
I could hear a dry laugh echo
In the shadows around the room

“Whose there” I squeaked
Sounding like a frightened child
I will admit I was more than freaked
My imagination running wild

It was then the TV turned up loud
I turned slowly round to stare
And what I saw shifting like a cloud
There was a spectre standing there

I closed my eyes shut tight
I shook my head in disbelief
It surely was just a trick in the night
My mind surely was diseased

When I looked again the ghost was gone
I walked up to the TV
I reached out a hand to turn it down
And a jolt ran straight through me

I yelled loud, the pain was sharp
I heard a fizzle and a zap
The TV exploded sending shards
Stabbing right into my hand

I cried out and stumbled back
Tears unbidden came in a flood
Yet when I looked down at my hand
There was no glass, no cuts, no blood.

The TV was fine and whole
‘It had to be in my mind’
I thought until in the darkened hall
The grandfather clock began to chime

Well past the count of twelve it went
DING DING DING DING
And when I went to the hall investigate
I was assaulted by a foul wind

It stank of death and rot this wind
And blew strong from within the walls
On it rode madness chanting
Lusting for my entrails

It blew so hard it knocked me down
I landed painfully on my back
I was to scared to get off the ground
Until I spied the widening crack

Moving swiftly along the plaster ceiling
From with glowed an eerie light
I was struck numb with the feeling
That tonight I was going to die

I jumped up and ran
Towards the rear door
As I went I could hear
Something wet splat on the floor

I looked back when I reached the door
Peering over my shoulder
The vision there that I saw
Made my skin grow colder

Mother dear long in her grave
Dripping luminescent green slime
Half the skin rotting from her face
Wearing a twisted rotting smile

This was it the end for me
I shut my eyes and began to scream
The suddenly the world went quiet
And held its breath it seemed to me

I sank down against the wood
My mind a babbling mess
Then despite myself I closed my eyes
And fell into a tortured rest

I woke with a start near 2am
Still sitting on the floor
And there I stayed the rest of the night
Against the cool back door

For the rest of that eerie night
Not a single thing moved
Except my ever darting eyes
And the slowly crawling moon

And now this today as the sun sets
And the house grows slowly darker
My heartbeats wildly as I fret
At the thought of a spirits cackling laughter.

Featured image found here

https://www.google.com.au/amp/s/www.buzzfeed.com/amphtml/annakopsky/idk-seems-pretty-spooky-2-me

A battle with the Past

By Aarron Mondello

17/11/2017

In the past he haunted me
Waking or in my dreams
With fists and lashing tongue
He taunted me

A power he held over me
A power I alone gave him
A power I fought long and hard
To wrest back away from him

He wrapped about me dark wings
Of anger and of shame
Gave me vile mood swings
As he softly spoke my name

Through the years I have fought
This vile spectre from the past
And now it’s the memory that I taunt
Aside in hell it’s cast

Now the thought this devil
Still sends a shiver down my spine
And though he still seeks dominion over me
The power is all mine

Lost in the past he shall remain
No power left to his name
And though I may never be the same
His shadow is forever maimed.

Featured image found here

http://www.scienceofrelationships.com/home/2015/8/18/the-ghost-of-relationships-past.html

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.

On my dark days

via Dubious

By Aarron Mondello

14/11/2017

When the minutes are long and the hours unkind

I seek the dubious safety of my mind

Alas! So many horrors in my memories

My first instinct is to flee

So here I sit outside my head

Neither alive nor living dead

Like a feather I float lifeless on a breeze

No safe haven for me this day it seems.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/2017/11/14/dubious/

The Fall of Liam the Fair

By Aarron Mondello

14/11/2017

Down over the shadow mountain pass

The dark demons descended on us

Deep in the blackness of midnight

They fell on us-we weren’t ready to fight

Gnashing teeth and tearing claws

Silently they scaled our walls

Pitiless blades pierced the skin

Death and torment and torture within

With eyes so red and skin so foul

We were awoken by the howl

The warning cry we heard belated

Their carnal appetites soon were stated

Rend the flesh and bones of our kin

They wore leather made from human skin

Curved black blades in the night

Gleamed dull red in the full moonlight

The sound of drums with a rhythmic boom

Summoned a beast that darkened the moon

Immense and dark of heart was he

Void of compassion was this beast

The light was swallowed by his scales

The bravest hearts began to fail

The fall of every living thing

Came in the form of this Demon King

Yet in one Heart of Light welled strong

The empowering melody of Goddesses song

To the tallest tower sped Liam the Fair

Arduously climbing the spiralling stairs

The walls of the Keep rattled and shook

Yet this foul evil he would not brook

He gained the tower to top so high

Already consenting to lay down his life

With his mouth set determined and grim

He caught sight of the Demon King

He leaped from the wall with daggers twain

And tore the mighty wing membrane

The Demon King roared and fell

At that sight men’s hearts swelled

And as the beast and Liam crashed down

Rallied the men to defend crown

At the death of their blackest leader beast

The demon spawn threw aside their feast

Their courage gone the gutless swill

Fled screaming for the foothills

Liam the Fair had turned the fight

Yet paid the ultimate price that night

Now came time to count the dead

And lay Lights hero on his funeral bed.

Featured image: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim HD Wallpaper

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.

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.

Featured Image: Head Huntress by Loputon