Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction


Refuge; before these iron gates I tremble. Words, long forgotten, muttered upon this unforgiving draft. Weary fingers graze lips; memory languishes. A song cries. Lost, what once remained. Balm to my wounds, these iron gates I clutch. To twist this handle, to enter into that which I have denied myself… A thousand angels mock my arrogance; their light I have shunned. Tell me godless thing, who haunts your starless nights? My thousand lies expired at last; hollow, barren, crumbled within. Shadows beckon; so soon shall I dance. Refuge beyond these iron gates; blackened tomb. Condemned both by heaven and hell.

(first appeared in Damned Words, March 26, 2013

One thing that my fellow Pen of the Damned members and myself absolutely love are our flash projects – one picture and a hundred words, no more, no less, in which to tell its story or convey its emotion – Damned style.   This particular photograph was taken by our very own Nina D’Arcangela, and it is truly stunning!  Join us every Tuesday for a new telling of angst and horror, only at

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2 thoughts on “Refuge

  1. I love the group flash pieces we do on Pen of the Damned. This one is as eloquent and beautiful as all of your work – you do it much justice! :}

    1. Joseph Pinto says:

      Our group flash pieces are always so anticipated! Thank you, Nina 🙂

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