Horror Rush: May 2012

Sunday 20 May 2012

Horror in Crypts (Ron Koppelberger)

Dark Reflections
“Oh kingdoms of shadow and realms of dim light give me the appearance of a dove in flight!” The demon shouted as he looked into the mirror. He was wonting the beauty of a better appearance and in the way of dark beasts he believed the powers of darkness would abide him in his soon to be earthly pursuits. “Slumbering love and dreams of blessed union give me this I ask for my dark communion, a fair face in beauty and wont, a taste of perfection for my confection and my future reign in the land of men and the earthly plane!” he shouted at the mirror.
The demons reflection wavered and swam for a moment, loose folds of flesh and scales shimmered in red to blue eyed commitment for just the briefest glimpse of what he desired. The image held for a moment longer then was gone. “To the raven and rhyme let this picture create the time, let this visage of err be gone and beauty be there!” He sang and growled as the glass went from hot red to a cool blue.
The demon smiled and an angel in velvet and of doves wings stared back at him from the depths of the glass. He touched his face for a moment and thought of heaven and the reward he would never see and finally he thought about his anger at man and mankind. The eyes turned red again and the scales reappeared as his hate overwhelmed him.
He thought for a moment as he looked at himself again and the image did nothing to appease his sensibilities.
From above a voice old and gnarled by the ages said, “Little boy of anger and rage look again and define your rage, listen to the wont of a world in sin and go from the start to begin!” he suspected Satan and relaxed for a moment as a dark beast overwhelmed him. He would be beautiful and deceiving in his endeavor to cast the look of a common man, he would find the will to whim and need, he would find existence in part by the seas of human drama, sin and passions dark, they would greet him as a guest and give him what he desired for a while anyway.
The glass steamed for a moment and the reflection painted him in a portrait of humanity, not too beautiful and common enough to pass the test. He laughed and sang, “ To worlds of endless sky and lands that sigh with the need for distraction and less the purpose of grand design, the earth will be his and mine!” The demon stepped away from the mirror and found the other demons so he could show them his new facade. The others screamed and lashed in anger at the approaching human and in the end they tore him to pieces so that a thousand years would pass before he was whole again.
Years later he realized the mistake and being a bit wiser but not much he looked into the mirror with that same wont. This time he would supplicate the powers of old and leave hell for the realm of man. The bones of cactus flowers stay dry and the sand stays hot and cold in both parts but a demon is just that…….unless he thought.

Monday 14 May 2012

Greetings from Ron

I have been poasting on this web site for over a year and I do not say much personally except with my poetry stories and artwork. My Grandmother died yesterday at 7.00 P.M., she was in a lot of pain. I take solace that she is with god now and happy. Some might say that the forces of darkness have a monopoly on the sorrow we experience and that may be true but I know there is light at the end of the tunnel.
I ordered an advanced copy of Diablo 3 last week and it's due in today. I guess that's like a task I'm not sure.......anyway the one thing my grandmother wanted was for me to suceed as a writer she said you are going to be famous someday Ronnie with lots of books. I have about 103 books with my stories in them and another 160 or 170 magazines with stories art and poetry in them and I am not famous yet.........nevertheless I know I will be because my grandmother was blessed with that kind of intuition....She will be missed and the bad guys have something extra to worry about now. Anyway I hope you have a woderful day.

Ron Koppelberger