In the deep dark woods
Hidden behind layers
And layers
Of mossy pillars
Stands a fallen angel
Her wings chipped
Her halo rusted
Her eyes blank
Empty
No emotions
She stays there
Has since the Beginning of it all
Guarding a tombstone
Standing alone
Her limbs began to crack
She can't ever come back
But at least there she stands
She is safe
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Hi, I'm Latrodectus, but you can call me Lat. I'm 14 and I love to write. I write at least 1 or 2 times a week and write everything from acrostics to opinion posts (and everything in-between) I'm also writing my first ever book/full story "The Darkworld Chronicles." I write to help find myself and who I really am and to help me deal with life's problems and stresses. I like drawing, acting, singing and gymnastics but don't like algebra, sport or swimming. My interests vary wildly (as do my works) and I feel it gives me some variety. Thanks for reading this, have fun in my world of writing :) ~Lat
#description. A loner. Who's hardly ever seen. Skin as pale. as vanilla ice cream. A nocturnal creature. Who owns the moonlight. You don't want to meet him. in the middle of the night. A predator.
Candle-lighted. I walk in the hallways. The mid-night. Is my time always. I am known as,. The queen of the night. Night is my reign. Night is when my light shines bright.
If you feel your pulse is quickening. Don't be too perturbed. If the atmosphere is thickening. There's something you've disturbed. Movements fleet and darting. All around the room.
This was my inspiration for the series I wrote :) THE LISTENERS By Walter de la Mare "Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed...
The darkness comes, feels like home. We sit upon this mighty throne. Cold, cold to the bone. No hearts beat with us tonight. The air is filled with fright. Within the prey, it grows.
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