By Lucia Modestino

I stand before you all
with this noose tied around my neck,
accused of witchcraft.
It was said I caused a pinch here,
a scratch there,
dreams of me dancing naked
in the fields with the devil
as I sold my soul.

I am condemned to death
for thy false accusations.
I will not be the one to suffer
the flames of hell for witchery,
it shall be those who accuse the innocent:
women who died in prison from neglect,
women who faced and shall face the gallows
before and after me,
and for poor Giles Corey,
whom thou smashed with boulders
as he was forced to leave behind a wife and daughter.

Thou art all the true witches
for there is no greater evil
than murder, the real devil’s work.


Purple Hell


Purple Box

Lucia Modestino

In the purple box,
they stole my soul,
replaced it with rocks
yet there is still a hole.

My Nightmare


This is a continuation from The Beginning 

Devil’s Fiancé

Lucia Modestino
Feb. 2, 2012- May 10, 2012

They called him Luke
He was handsome as could be,
Dressed up beautifully to a tea-
He was perfect toe to head
His horns were glowing red.
His eyes were so kind,
Yet they were very hard to find-
There were some tricks up his sleeve,
Yet he beckoned me to never leave.

He wore a black and red pined-striped suit
With a raven tie,
There was a soothing sense of fright
As he told me he would never lie.

This devilishly handsome man held out his hand
And foolishly I took it,
At that moment I felt a sudden hit.
He brought me to his underworld
As a thought to do his evil bidding,
“but first!” he said “you must go for your fitting.”
He held out his hand
Said he would show me the way,
In the air was smoke
And on the ground clumps of clay.

Farther and farther down I was brought
There they all were his demon minions,
just as I had thought-
He told them all to gather around in a gentle shout,
“Come my dear friends, she is the one I have been telling you about!”
He pulled me closer before he spoke and whispered,
“There you see,
We’re not as bad as people make us out to be.”

Down on one knee he grabbed my left hand,
Looked into my eyes,
There I saw was no disguise.
His proposal was horrifically beautiful
Not one note out of key,
Not one thing missed to see.
“My darling I love you,
No matter what it is true.
You have my heart,
And though I may despise Him,
I pray to God you never tear it apart.
My dearest love please say you’ll be my bride,
I’ll be true to you till the end of days
And I will change my evil ways.”

There was a pause for a moment,
All waiting for a reply.
He smiled and let his fangs show through,
His eyes staring up at me so very green with a tinge of blue.
“My dearest Luke” I said
“I have loved you for many years
You lied and disappeared,
caused me nothing but tears,
I loved you for so long
Even when you left and were gone.”
I took my hand and touched his perfect face,
My good-byes were said,
But I knew this wasn’t the end.

He will find me again some day
I was meant for him,
no one other,
Not even if there were another,
I will run,
Till it is done
I am his forever,
His evil love.


The Beginning


The Beginning

By:Lucia Modestino

I look in the mirror,
what do I see?
I’m wearing a wedding dress,
it’s as black as can be.
My tan skin turned to pale white,
in flies a raven,
it’s as black as the night.
“Carriage is here, carriage is here!”
The dark bird squawked,
deep down I felt a sudden fear.
There’s a knock at the door,
a young man opens it,
” your ride my lady and you’re beautiful as ever.”
He walks me outside,
helps me in the carriage,
“hold tight my lady, this is going to be a bumpy ride.”
The carriage comes to a sudden halt,
Out held the young man’s hand,
He walks me down like a lighting bolt.
We walk down the aisle,
in my hand there’s a dozen plus one black roses,
there he is waiting with a smile.
The raven takes my roses and flies away,
as the young man takes my hand to give it to him,
I look around, we’re surrounded by pumpkins and hay.
Noticing my distraction, he touches my face,
” you’re beautiful my dear,
and I love you in that dress of black lace.”
I see his beautiful face for what seems to be the first time,
his hair black as the roses, eyes glowing green,
his features are as beautiful as a rhyme.

…to be continued…

Ever thought the moon was evil?


Evil Moon
by: Lucia Modestino
I can only sit here moronically,
not being able to stare away
from visions of the three ugly
faces in the moon tonight. Clowns,
so evil that not even you
see them. Their lips scream go!

Reality is so far away.
I can smell that ugly
smell of smoke. Its clowns
that make me insane! Go
back I feel so moronic,
it wants me not you.

WOW! It’s freakishly ugly.
Frog from woman, moronically
morphs and then goes.
I know that you
can guess the clown
is not far away.

There’s the clown,
not for you!
Frightened? How moronic.
No not away,
please don’t go!
Its ridiculously ugly.

Don’t go,
its clowns.
Not you,
he’s ugly.
Stay away,
moons moronic.


My Worlds


“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.”
― George R.R. Martin

If readers can live a thousand lives, what about writers? Can we create those thousand lives? I believe we can, so I created this site to show everyone the strange and sometimes nightmarish lives that I live. Our imagination can take us to places that no one else would ever dream of, and at times, places that no one would want to dream of. Imagination can come from anything whether its watching too much TV, reading, or maybe those dreams that have been haunting you every night, the one that has been etched into your brain. My nightmares have been the source of my imagination, from weird to dark, but in the end I control them. Enjoy my worlds and hope that my nightmares don’t become yours.