My second poetry book “Dragon of Alcanmore” was born after I watched a documentary on Syphilis in the Victorian ages. I know, whatever writers get their inspiration from. Seems like a weird little fact but it also set the fantasy-like scene that reminds me of the 19th century in this book. Just like with my first poetry book the poems together tell a whole story and are posted together with the audiobook.

Just like the last time, I have also gone through the trouble of voice acting it out as an audiobook. Those who prefer to read can just do it so here but I will also add Spotify embeds here.

Dragon of Alcanmore – Poetry Book no. II With Audio Book

Hornswoggler

Oh Please, papa, no!

I can not down the thought of his slimy hands upon my breasts

How could you wager with my happiness?

You who you never won on a horse match.

Sell my soul to a dim, flickering hope

That you hold your blood close to your heart.

My papa, who you had carried me

With my arms tied around your neck

And ever since I was a tiny lady behind your back

Playing hide and seek with the world so frightening

I had thought that you were the mightiest of them all

A knight without his shiny armour, keeping me from harm.

Why have you fallen deaf to the pleas of your only daughter?

Oh God, Oh Lord, why have you forsaken me too?

Laced my heart, tied my hands

With a barbed wire.

Listen to me now when I say

A noose around my neck

I would wear like my mothers’ favourite pearls

If I ever bore his children.

The white candle on my bedside table

Make the drapes on the northern window

Glitter like the foam of the sea

Even if the light in this desolate husk of mine

Seems to be fading with every gasp I take

Oh, papa, so cold is the sea, so quiet is the song.

And the salt is burning my eyes

Yet to close them I have no strength

You know how I loved the dead calm touching the horizon

And yet, petrified of the sirens have I become

As the stones around my waist keep me floating upon the bottom.

Oh papa, oh lord, oh God

I can not see the sky above my head

And I am running out of breath to keep

I never thought myself to be so far from God

My eyes

So tired have become

Oh, so dark is the bottom of the sea.

FATHER HELP ME!

Meliabeth

Meliabeth, my dearest, my only

How my heart it stings in its’ cage

Did the faerie mother of the forest get to you?

How many times will I have to scold you

Not to wander in the dawning of night?

Oh Meliabeth, my needle in a haystack

Can you tell that the Lord above has gone deaf

And Orelia has been howling for two days straight

Sniffing the air as if you were near?

I think we both have gone bonkers,

As I can hear the soft creaking of the floor

Just like when you were here

Sneaking in the hallway.

Oh dear, my heart is sinking with fear

It has been five days since I heard your voice

Angry you were but God do I miss that so

And today they found a lady behind the tree

The one you leapt from into the muddy shore

Almost breaking your ankle as the water was too shallow.

Oh Lord forgive me the sins of my blood

Take me to the gallows, burn my soul

But let her walk through the pearly gates.

My sweet, sweet girl

Oh, what have you done!

I knew you loved the sea

But still, my heart

It screams for justice for my little innocent girl.

Now she lays in the nameless grave

Behind the church, she went to ever since

She was a young lass

Oh God, oh Heavens above

Why won’t you let her sleep next to her mother?

She was a pious girl

Even if she detested the thought of marrying any man that didn’t read

God, I swear with my hand upon my chest

The yearning to learn, the words she weaved

An eloquent girl…

But now the fire that burned that was her soul

Has gone out like the candle on her bedside table

Wick burnt down to the wax.

Please take care of her soul

Please, I beg of you!

Lord, You Are the Worst of Them All

They say my name is tarnished and that my life I should walk

With my eyes on the ground, my words fallen silent.

An arrangement was broken

Her name has become a curse

The old hag from across the street is looking at me

As if I were a cat that pissed on  her carpet

Forgetting that her son was the cause.

Oh lord how could I not see, I sent her to her doom,

How could I have been so blind?

Oh lord, I sent my beautiful girl to the wet, cold sea.

Forgive me Meliabeth, I want to paint the city walls

With the colour of your eyes, tell the whole world

My girl, she was the sweetest of them all

Oh, could someone please ease my heart?

God, where have you gone?

Why can you not hear me?

Are you there?!

I am screaming at the top of my lungs

A prayer to wash her name from their lips

Cleanse this dark, thick air, that suffocates me

Oh Lord you are the worst of them all, if you were there

Why would you take her away from my arms?

The whiskey burns my insides

Yet I can not find you in the bottom of the bottle

Oh God, where are you hiding?

How many more women do I have to invite to my chamber

To forget the gaping hole in my chest called nothingness?

And I blame you for letting this happen to me,

So let them whisper behind my back, let them see my pain

Their teeth gnawing into my skin, leaving my wounds wide open

For all to see that I have been cursed, I have paid my debts

For mingling with the fallen women behind the Rorian tavern.

With my hands upon their silky soft thighs making it to the gates of heaven

No trace of an ailment

Only a bite of a mosquito, a drunken laughter

Hands digging into my skin,

I thought they must have been cold.

And so I have been cured

Praise the medicine, praise the scientific

But my heart remains a dead lump in my throat

I need some more numbing from this life I detest

But women, they steer clear of me

As if I was a big fat rat staring them in the face

With blackened eyes

Begging to spare a tiny speck of the sweetest bread, a sip of their wine

A forgiveness for my sins through their hips around my waist.

God Has Truly Forsaken Me

As I walk the streets with a metal nose hiding my scars

No liquid metal could help me, no cream, no salve

For my soul, it has rotten inside out,

Lord has fallen silent and cursed me with a barbaric disease

That eats away at my flesh.

Soon I will be, with my lovely Meliabeth,

Oh, can you hear me?

Listen to me, my child,

Papa is coming to hold you.

And maybe it is as they say: God has truly forsaken me

Left me to fend for myself, walk this earth without a heart

Like I washed my mouth from his name – the holy bastard

And maybe, I will go to hell, and maybe my soul is doomed

And maybe I will never see my beautiful girl again

– this, my only fear, upon the gruesome death that awaits me.

Daddy?

I hear a distant call of a girl in distress,

As if in delirium I can not feel the pain that has been gnawing at my bones

My insides have turned on me, my rotting flesh stuck to the sheets

And I can not see, the faces that pass me by

As if I am swinging somewhere in between my life and my death

And I do believe that this is my pay for sending an angel to her demise.

Yes my dear?

And the man in gray covered her eyes with the back of his hand

“What happened to the uncle?”

And led her out of my room.

Links To My Work

Poetry: Dragon of Alcanmore, Poetry of a Love So Cold.

Stories: Six-Sentence Stories, Short Stories, Romance and All That, Elves and Fantasy

Posts on music that I love are here.

I am on YouTube where I also have created lyric videos.

Here is my Spotify 

My band can be listened to on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.