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Mystic Wolf






I am the Mystic Wolf, prowler of your dreams, aka Kerry Marzock in human form. As an inquisitive young puppy, my father Jaress, leader of our pack, gave me the freedom and even urged me to read voraciously as a human child, which then helped create my undying love of literature and the written word. As soon as I was old enough to begin reading horror and watching scary movies I did so. After all, what is a better genre in literature for a creature from your mystic dreams? My monster of choice was, and still is, the werewolf, though we ourselves are not the beast who haunts your nightmares. I guess there's just something romantic about shifting shapes and running as the beast under a full moon, being for at least a few precious moments somebody you are not, or hope someday to be. My first (and hopefully not my last) book of poetry, "A Sea of Emotion", is now available for your reading pleasure through either www.publishamerica.com , search the last name: Marzock, or you may contact me directly at: kmarzock@aol.com . This unique book is hopefully a sweet recipe stirred together with a cup of happiness, several tablespoons of love and sensuality, a teaspoon of pain, and just a dash of darkness (well, maybe a lot of darkness). I am part of several poetry anthologies, including our own BRPS anthology “Symphony of Shadows” of which I am a proud participant. I have lived in Philadelphia for over thirty years and I truly love this town, so much so that I have written my first horror novel set totally in this lovely, historic, mysterious city. The saga of Johnny Raven begins with “Raven’s Way” which was released in 2006. It can be obtained either on www.amazon.com or www.soulasylumandpoetry.com . It is enthralling, frightening and hopefully a real page turner. The follow-up novel is titled “Raven’s Rage – Order of the Claw” which has been completed and will hopefully be released in the spring of 2009. There will be at least a third Raven novel tentatively titled “Raven’s Quest” for future release, hopefully in 2010. In between, however, my first fantasy novel “Scrolls of Sorrow” will hopefully be completed by the end of 2009. Forever being a hopeless romantic, I certainly know what sadness, confusion, love and curling up with somebody special means. As a result, I hope you enjoy reading about all my own personal feelings in “A Sea of Emotion”, and also feeling that my words may touch your own heart in such a way that the emotions and tears might be yours as well. Remember, when the moon is full, those howls you hear in the darkness of moonlight may not always be the lonely, mournful dog in your neighborhood, for the mystic wolf is not only real, but she is part of your dreams as well. Let darkness be your blanket and the feelings within the night guide you, for life is nothing more than being afloat upon a sea of emotions.


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DARKNESS CALLS

Beware the darkness as we hear and see what we're unprepared for.



The nefarious breath
of death,
lingers ~ ~ fingers
draped across my shoulders
like a monstrous shroud,
a malingering cloud
of tarnished
dreams.

Sighing,
someone's crying
out as absolute darkness
whispers in my ears,
grating ~ ~ scraping
down my spine.
Shifting sands of endless time
spilt from a shattered,
fractured hourglass.

So damn cold in here!
Anguished thoughts a’shiver
within this plea of supplication,
swirling river of salvation
raging ~ ~ waging
a battle of lost hearts,
reaching out to touch
a spark in this feral darkness.

A dim light
out of constant midnight,
appearing ~ ~ nearing
where I float amidst anxiety.
Screams of long forgotten
dreams assail my senses
as I see a face emerge.
It grins and tries to touch me ~~~

I cringe
as boney talons
scrape against my cheek.
Startled eyes fly open,
this frantic heart
now beating ~ seeking ~
peering at my own reflection
disappearing in total blackness.
My urgent hand falls anxiously
across the sheets and ~~~

lies upon bittersweet rejection,
as darkness so unholy calls
out to me.


Written September 28, 2005 © 2005 Kerry L. Marzock <


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Darkness Falling




I feel the breath of darkness bleeding
into the final, sagging rays of daylight,
with urgent thoughts of you now pleading
in silent supplication upon the night.

Let me cleanse myself with moonbeams
to wash away these nagging sorrows,
my life afloat on distant dreams
that scatter hopes of bright tomorrows.

At times, this haunting pain is so intense
I can hear the song of wayward heartbeats
continue calling out for such sweet providence,
a wish my touch still lay upon your cheek.

On whispered sighs the pouting moon
stares down from dark and lonely skies,
our hopes and dreams gone far too soon
with barely a taste of paradise.

I gently close my eyes to hear your voice
softly say, “I love you,” into my ear,
but then “It’s time to go,” was not my choice
as darkness fell upon these lonely tears.


Written September 18, 2005 © 2005 Kerry L. Marzock


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IN THE DARKNESS






They mostly come within the night.
Mostly!

In the dark, like some malingering,
malicious creatures that have
never felt the light before.

They’ve come to steal your dreams
away with murderous intent,
snickering, slithering, smothering
you with their evil screams.

Your heart pounding, barely beating,
afraid their hounds of hell
might smell your fear,
hear the sound
of shallow, broken breathing.

Scared the nightmares might pervade
your mind where happy dreams might dwell.
It’s so damn dark in here.
Can you hear the screaming jangle of chains
being drug across the floor to be wrapped
around your fear, and emphasize the pain?

Sheer evil from some primeval scream,
oh God, where is the hope?
The light of day, the way to dream,
they’re coming, I can smell
the burning stench of hell.
I feel their claws! They sense my fright.
Oh thank God, the light.


© Kerry L. Marzock – 2005





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