Richard Schnap - Undead / Touched by the Hand of Madness

UNDEAD

She wore a cape
With a hood that hid
Her face from revealing light

As she prowled the streets
Embraced by the night
A friend that had never betrayed her

She lurked in shadows
Spinning her webs
To catch unsuspecting prey

To feed the throats
Of her many addictions
Creatures with insatiable thirsts

And for those that fell
Beneath her sway
She’d reward with a passionless kiss

Like a ravenous phantom
Leaving deep rooted wounds
That would never completely heal

TOUCHED BY THE HAND OF MADNESS

He felt he was under
A spell that was cast
By a woman whose love
He had spurned

Who vowed she would seek
A merciless vengeance
So cold he would
Long for death

And when he had
His tarot cards read
They pointed to a
Dark future

As he became a recluse
In the cell of his room
To be haunted by
His own ghost

Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.