Horror Poems... Poem by Shaun Cronick

When writing dark horror poems,
I have acquired a sharp edge.
Perhaps an unfair advantage,
Over others I do humbly allege.

For I was raised a Catholic,
Taught morals all good and true.
And all I do is reverse them,
Then dark imagination is on view.

God I love to write a dark one,
What originality can I contrive.
With so much more to play with,
That makes me good to feel alive.

Maybe a mass murderer on the prowl,
Or things that go bump in the night.
Striving to write a wicked pay-off,
An ending of diabolical dark delight.