Horror Poems...

When writing dark horror poems, I have acquired a sharp edge. Perhaps an unfair advantage, Over others I do humbly allege. For I was raised a Catholic, Taught morals all good and true. And all I do is reverse them, Then dark imagination is on view. God I love to write a dark one, What originality can I contrive. With so much more to play with, That makes me good to feel alive. Maybe a mass murderer on the prowl, Or things that go bump in the night. Striving to write a wicked pay-off, An ending of diabolical dark delight.