Requiem at the Death Masquerade Ball


This is the Poem that was the first true seed for my new Secret Passion Project,

The Dark Fairytales.

The imagery in this poem was so visceral to me that the images haunted both my waking and my sleeping hours. It was the first seed for this world that I have fallen in love with and occupies most of my imagination…


Requiem At The Death Masquerade Ball

The time has come to bid adieu

Creatures remove their masks

The sirens sing a terrible requiem

The banshees shriek with unearthly delight

The werewolves howl into the night

The spirits moan with grief

Nasnus rattles his cage of bones and flesh trapped in rage and Grief

Ravens cackle and caw, taking wing bid their dark mistress Morrigan Adieu

Spirits wrathful, Spirits vengeful retreat into Van Gogh’s endless Night

She rises in fire born in Dragons’ breath, Leaving a trail of singed Masks

The fae dance a dirge as the night unmasks decay hidden in dead Delight

A keening claws at the air as the banshees sing their final Requiem

Ghostly queens, haunted kings dance to their madness in sweet Requiem

The sand walker drowns his prey in the immortal sands of Grief

Silvery sidhe spin the bewitched across the starburnt night in Delight

Spirits murdered long ago, kiss their beloved a hallowed Adieu

Samhain’s moon rises in skies of blood, the wild hunt tear away your masks

The gods cursed by pride flee into the murderous Night

Iridescent masks of silver stardust fall away revealing monsters of Night

Feasting on canapés of terror, feasting on nightmares in Hypnos’ Requiem

The blood moon rises, terrible creatures shed their faceless masks

Bones break, spines twist unmasking wolves driven mad by their Grief

Bound by their curse, madness is both their solace and Adieu

Only the forest and fog hide their bloodthirsty Delight

The forgotten gods revel in the music dancing in sinful Delight

Faceless Chaos in mask of anthracite, Nyx feared Queen of the Night

Beautiful Mesperyian cloaked in robes bloodied by those long bid Adieu

All creatures pale to the searing power of their King and Queen’s Requiem

Hades’ dark cruelty masked tonight, His lover’s torment his only Grief,

Persephone, a vision in liquid mercury, glides in his arms watched by Masks

Creatures remove their Masks

The banshees shriek with unearthly delight

The spirits moan with grief

The werewolves howl into the night

The sirens sing a terrible requiem

The time has come to bid adieu


All seekers of night and masks,

Spirits of All Hallows’ eve bid you Adieu

Those graveyards are emptied as the dead rise with delight,

to this Requiem

Forgotten is the grief,

hush as the Spirits dance you into the Night



© All Rights Reserved Kim Koning

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Writer | Poet | Insomniac | Wanderer | Photographer I write. I explore. I look through a lens. Writer.In.Progress. Survives on coffee. Eats Poetry for Breakfast.

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