Since I was a child, I've had an odd fascination with the dark and macabre, or "grimdark" as our fandom used to call it. I see the beauty and poetry in every tragedy. As a result, I love writers such as Stephen King, Lovecraft, Bret Easton Ellis, and Poe. I also love horror movies. This poem is about my morbid fascination.

"The Darker Side"

Darkness consumes the earth

As the harvest moon bleeds red.

I sit here in the Autumn grass

And live amongst the dead.

I breathe in the chilly air,

Filled with macabre joy,

The sweet, sweet scent of sorrow,

I've loved since I was a boy.

The dark and gloom consume me

And I embrace them as my own,

Sealed with a bloody banner,

Upon the Devil's throne.

The beasts of Hell befriend me

And serve my wicked soul.

Transfixed by death and darkness,

My wicked soul is whole.

Mankind is shocked, disgusted,

Even fearful of my ways,

But in this world of misery,

I see beauty every day.

Now it's time

To see this world,

See it through my eyes;

Join me in sweet misery,

Here on the darker side.