Phil Roberts


I turn 65 on the 31st of January 2022. I love cats, rock music, and horror fiction and poetry

Malevolent beings are hunting
Throughout a doom-cursed land,
Hoping to feast upon human meat
The favourite food of the horrid band.

Malignant predators are lurking
Within the noxious twilight,
Following unsuspecting walkers
Through the ghastly night.

The Panther Man and Counterfeiter
All long to devour the living,
Beneath the horrid, scowling moon
Whose light is so unforgiving.

The Riverman and Death Riders
Both tormenting the innocent,
Cavorting through the ghastly town
Until the night-time is spent.

Night Dwellers and the Huntsman
All stalk the town by night,
Dark Crawlers cover the ground
While Verdillacs take to flight.

The Bugler plays a song of death
That can take your breath away,
The Death March goes ever on
Until the coming of the new day.

Maleficent beings are hunting
Through this dreadful town,
The Runner and the Silent Ones
Both appear when the sun goes down.

© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia