Phil Roberts


I am 64 and loves cats, rock music, and horror fiction and poetry

Cries of agony
Ringing out one evil night,
Shrieks of great despair
Unbearable atrocities,
Performed on kidnap victims.

Evil in the night
Horror on the midnight air,
Unearthly figures
Flitting through the evil night,
Hunting shrilling, pleading prey.

Insane musician
Playing his wet music on,
Human intestines;
A knife-blade his only bow
To play screaming instruments.

Cries of great distress
Resound in the gloomy night,
Shrill shrieks of horror
As some unknown victim feels,
The chill grip of sudden death.

© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia