POETRY BY CHRIS McAULEY

Chris McAuley is a writer who specializes in the horror, science fiction, fantasy, western and crime genre. He is the co-creator of the popular StokerVerse, along with Bram Stoker’s great-grandnephew Dacre Stoker. He is the co-creator of a science fiction and fantasy franchise with Babylon 5’s Claudia Christian called Dark Legacies. He is the lead writer on the latest Astroboy animated TV show. Chris is also currently working on The Terminator film and game series, Star Trek and the Doctor Who franchise. He is also the executive producer for the upcoming sci-fi/horror film The Tower Protocol.

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THE CRIES OF THE BANSHEE

I watched as the woman wailed.
Her decrepit form and tattered clothes spoke of her distress.
Among those for whom he cried.
Was the fate of my dear sister.
An impending doom held over her.
The weight of fate and divine judgment proclaimed.
In a Banshee’s wordless scream.

I moved forward boldly.
I spoke but the air was too full of the creatures’ moans and shrieks.
I prayed to the only god I knew.
As I reached out through the emerald fog.
To the messenger of death.
My hands touched her shoulder.
By this forbidden gesture.
I had sealed my fate.

Now I roam as a spirit.
Through the places I once owned.
I watch over the generations of my sister’s family.
As they grow tired of the land.
Talk of America, a new world with no famine.
A tear forms in my eye.
As the sister I traded my fate for.
Looks towards me and says a final goodbye

PETRIFIED GAZE

Floating through the veil.
An Octoid beast appears…
With perpetually open eyes.
Twisted limbs hand by its side.
Arachnid legs spring from its multi-eyed head.

It has no legs.
It skims the rugged earth with a transparent body.
An appearance of a priest.
The figure moves towards its bounty.
Wrapped in gossamer web.

Its pincers delicately remove the strands.
Which had been placed over the trespassers.
No more human than it is now.
Skulls warped and pustulant.
New eyes blink upon the scarified world.

These are the new races.
Humanity transformed.
Awakening from the radiation.
Which penetrated the earth.
From a cosmic storm.

A DEMON SUMMONED

The single bell tolls.
Calling out for the imprisoned guard’s soul.
As the puzzle is complete.
The Dimensional warriors seek out the new found meat.
The man who had been outwitted by a prisoner.
Is joined in the cell by a demonic visitor.

Leather sewed into flesh.
An opening gashed into its waist.
Steel gauntlets like rivets driven through his hands.
A head shaped like a pentagram which demands.
The hapless human soul must leave this earth.
To experience a hellish rebirth.

Through the purple-tinged portal they stride.
Past the eternal tortured souls whose supplication was denied.
The god of all things takes hold of the man’s mind.
Sows the secrets of the hidden things onto lips which bind.
In moments the new life takes shape.
This has been a moment of hellish mind rape.

Walking along the maze of hell.
The new man and the angel Raphael.
A place within the damned has been found.
For the betrayed guard who was always hell bound.
Standing watch over the one who got away.
Until the final call of the Judgment Day.