Tag Archives: Horror

What’s the Horror?

What’s the Horror?by Michael DoyleWhat’s the horror, you might ask.It seems my life is an endless taskIt seems what I take off the listIt only points to things that I’ve missedIn this rush toward year’s endIt seems I’ve not been … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Where There Is No Imagination There Is No Horror

“Where there is no imagination there is no horror.” – Arthur Conan Doyle

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It Hardly Counted

It Hardly Counted by Michael DoyleIn all my time in the dreadful warI felt certain of something moreA lot of horrible things occurredLooking back they’ve all blurredThese horrors handled with graceAre the worst, most of us faceTo know that man’s … Continue reading

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Science Fiction and Frankenstein’s Creature

Science Fiction and Frankenstein’s Creatureby Michael DoyleThough literary snobs can find it less than delectableScience Fiction has grown up as quiet respectableSnobbery has ever been fashionable even at HalloweenStill science fiction’s limitations certainly don’t meanThat there is nothing really scary … Continue reading

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Just One More Psychotic Break

Just One More Psychotic Breakby Michael DoyleCosmic horror played the killing schoolThat taught the writer of chilling ghoulsThis was the bogeyman’s secret in his tombThat rose up from the barren gothic wombThis was where a dark demon became a faceless … Continue reading

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Lost Plot

Lost Plotby Michael DoyleEverywhere I look, it seems forgotIs it just me, or have we lost the plotI feel it in the murderous laughterThe distant thunder is lost but chases afterSociety’s fracturing psyche is in traumaAs wordlessly we watch all … Continue reading

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Mountain of Consequence

Mountain of Consequenceby Michael DoyleThere are legends of lost treasureThat goes deep and beyond known measureThe locks that must be brokenAs the stories are told, quietly spokenMankind’s greed leads to deathAn old man mumbles under breathWhile the bringer of life … Continue reading

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As If From Nowhere

As If From Nowhereby Michael DoyleHorrific images arise as if from nowhereThe sort of created crucifixion of unspoken fearHounded by the talons of the furiesThat creep up very slowly and kill with a hurryBringing back the Temple of Apollo, At … Continue reading

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Sins of My Father Remembered

Sins of My Father Rememberedby Michael DoyleShadowed in doubtTrapped within rootsOn a planet ringed by orbitalsSeeking, search for any way outLooking for any solution that contributesToward escaping the controlsIn the Hotel NevermoreIs a bottle of tearsFor all the lost waysWatch … Continue reading

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Winchester I. The Arrival

There is a famous house in California built the widow of the same Winchester who invented the famous rifle of the same name. Winchester I. The Arrival by Michael Doyle The bell tolls in the dark of night While the … Continue reading

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