Twisted Tales

 

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

 

Hello

 

Hello? Can you hear me?
I can see you standing there
Just beyond my peripheral
Playing with your hair
I felt your eyes upon my back
The moment you began to stare
Yet when I turn to face you
You vanish in thin air

Hello? Is that you again?
I just heard the floorboards creak
Sure I am that you’ve begun
To down my hallway creep
The thought of you coming near
Makes my knees go weak
As all alone I imagine
This time we finally speak

Hello? It’s so very late
Is that you sitting near?
I can see a shape on my bed
It’s too dark to see you clear
All this time we’ve lived together
All this time I’ve felt no fear
But it’s oh so late, it’s oh so dark
Why did you come in here?

Hello? Can you let me go?
Wrapped up this sheet
I just want to go to bed
I just want to sleep
Are you too dead and heartless
To hear my frightened screams
My throat is raw from begging you
To please just let me be

Hello? Am I dying now?
I can feel the fresh bites bleed
Why did you decide on me
To sate your carnal needs?
Why did you choose me out
To plant vampiric seeds?
I just want it now to end
And in my death be freed

Hello. We can see you
We are watching day and night
Such fresh flesh and lively eyes
Such a delectable delight
We just may have a snack
A little something light
So just sleep sound and don’t mind us
Creeping through the night

©Aarron Mondello
9/4/2018

 

Fall From Grace

 

Floating lights behind my eyes
Thudding pain, pressurized
Wholly sick of coloured lies
Called out loud in honeyed cries

Sink ye further in the pits
Of blackened tar you did dig
Let it glue your puckered lips
Quieten your lies laid on thick

Slick with oil is your voice
But lo, black one, you made your choice
Yet there you stand and make your noise
And think you safe upon your hoist

But come a day you will know
On that day you’ll fall low
And eat the fruits of seeds you sowed
Your fall from grace will sure be slow

©Aarron Mondello
1/4/2018

 

Lost Storytellers

 

How I yearn for days or yore
A time I only know from tales
When storytellers would sit before
An audience in raptured silence

Youth to Gama’s and Gaffa’s aged
Would hear words come to life
Told with voice full of grace
Of adventure, war and glory

A time when ones imagination
Took them to worlds afar
Tellers wove for them destinations
And they rode there on captured hearts

How I yearn for those times again
That I know only from tales
When for an audience one would wend
A path through distant lands

©Aarron Mondello
31/3/2018

 

Hunted

 

On this night
This silent night
Dark clouds dim the moon
And cast the land in shadow

On this flight
This tiresome flight
Weariness eats at me
My muscles gone to stone

On this hunt
This deadly hunt
I wonder if I’ll die
And be dragged to depths below

They have come
Have always come
I’m fleeing like a hare
No safe place to call my home

Shaped of shadows
Always peering
Always leering
Always nearing
Wither shall I go?

©Aarron Mondello
28/3/2018

 

Garden of life

 

In the garden where flowers grow
Planted are the seeds of life
Mother Nature can best show
Harmony in perfect strife

In every bending leaf and branch
In every fading flower
In beads of water on the sand
After every little shower

In every ray of summer sun
In every gasp of winters breath
In every sound of springtime fun
In autumns lambent death

In the garden where flowers grow
Bare witness to her magic
Through the seasons her wonder flows
Beautiful and tragic

©Aarron Mondello
14/3/2018

 

My Sleeping Loves

 

I see them sleeping peaceful
No lines upon their face
Features set blissful
Nowhere any trace
Can be found of stress
Or any heart sore care
When deep within their rest
None can touch them there
When one I love sleeps sound
Lost in a world of dreams
Affection swells profound
Bursting at the seams
And I see the true beauty
Of a soul travelling free
I feel it is my duty
To protect them in their dreams

©Aarron Mondello
15/3/2018

 

Spilled out of a Pen

 

I like to tell the tales
That come into my head
With pen, ink and typed out text
Or pencils filled with lead

I try to paint a picture
With words, what’s in my mind
And lay open my universe
To see what others find

I’d like you to come with me
I invite you free inside
I hope you accept
And for a time reside

Walk the lonely hallways
Traverse the magic lands
Fly through the far off skies
In dark forests I beg you stand

Ride to war with princes
See a mind of darkened thoughts
Walk a road to market towns
And witness battles that I fought

All that I have written
Comes from deep within
All my facts and fictions
Spilled out of a pen

©Aarron Mondello
16/3/2018

 

Shadow Games

The Shadows on the wall are playing little puppet games
Flickering motion come to life in the candle flame
Twirling, whirling, prancing, dancing all across the wall
Hypnotizing, mesmerising I’m watching on in awe
As cavorting little shapes and giant swaying beasts
Match their shaking movements to an unheard beat
Choreographed, a perfect match to the outside breeze
Tiny little shadow people dance the dance with ease
Swaying heads, shimmy shoulders, undulating hips
A taller one twirls a rod with tassels at its tips
The night grows late to my chagrin all the different shadows
Bow and walk to the edge of the wall it’s time to end the show
I lean to blow the candle out and when no light remains
Back they flee to the shadow realm to play their shadow games

©Aarron Mondello
3/3/2018

The Written Soul

 

The soul is wracked by coughing fits
Coloured ink splashed across the pages
Each drop joining with dead links
That stretch back through the ages

Ink swirled with tentative fingertips
Words and sounds revealed
The blood of pages arteries
Spread across a white, lined field

Curious questions and deepest thoughts
Strokes of purest grace
Woven there before my eyes
An intricate written lace

And when the coughing does subside
Leaving dream-ink spread with care
You’ll see the story’s soul therein
Open and laid bare

©Aarron Mondello
2/3/2018