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“Remember me?” Those fearless eyes still haunt the minds of those whom witnessed it. Even the killer itself. “Please... No...” Small, frightened voices cooed, tears falling.
Tendrils of my being seeped out into the land and the very moss on the forest floor flinched at my touch. Trees bowed to me and flowers closed with respect as I passed.
I couldn't believe it; I couldn't have picked a worse time to get lost in the forest. The terror of the black night was amplified by a low, unforgiving mist.
The sky was black with angry cloud as day slipped into night, And darkness like a cosmic shroud laid claim to earth's bright light.
I like learning, I am an avid learner. If there is something to know I am there with bells on; blank pages ready to be filled.
A double whammy, the rarest sight, Not a unicorn, no, please don't fright, He's blacker than the night, A true spirit of evil, yes, he'll bite.
Who ever said fairytale's have a great ending. Your too fake and still not pretending Do you have to always be mean. Take one up the arse for the team. I mean, a satisfying gothic dream.
[Inspired by @Delilah and @puffy1980 - make sure you're sitting comfortably for this one...] In Faerie Folklore there is a story that tells of a great internal war.
My blood red lips won't be full of deceit. Although my heart black is hard and cold like concrete. I'm the dark lady the mistress who can still admit defeat. Loving me with the mind not their eyes.
#Phoenix Shadows decended over everything. Pine needles and twigs covered the dark path. A fog blanketed the floor and seeped upwards as if drifting into nothingness.
My heart beat quicker with every passing minute. Isadora and I stood at the edges of the forest, mud smeared on our faces, twigs sticking out of our hair.
The engraving took several hours, this was not something to be rushed. The device designed in silence, whilst every sound was hushed. It had to be symmetrical, it had to be precise.
A bird squawked at the edge of the forest, followed by the swish of an arrow and a thud. It made me shudder. Life was brutal and it took no prisoners, not even a defenceless bird.
I need her to stay safe,I want her to never let go, But my sweet child, confidence comes as you grow, It means eventually, no matter how hard I try, We won't ride the horses, and she'll ask...
Goldilocks has never existed, Just one of Anderson's many listed, The girl behind the tale's true, Though differences. There are a few...
In the dark her eyes shone, as pure as moonlight, Within her small pale hands, she held tight; A silver locket, covered in twining swirls, And on the face, lay three crystal pearls.
Me and my dragon happened to come across a wagon. There was rumbling in his tummy and we spied inside the wagon something yummy.
Who is the fairest.
The old king sat staring at this flimsy creature so daring. So small but enough to make the old king fall. Sweet whispers such love so he took of her glove.
There was a small young fairy, Who lived in a sleepy wood hollow. However, she was different to the rest As the rules she did not follow.
Far beyond the crescent moon, on par and present in her tomb, the dark priestess awakes, to spark teases in snakes. Her hair fair, and her eyes loom, perlescent glow in her iris gloom.
Oh woe is me.
Invisible stranger. the raven ranger. protecting from danger doesn't feel like a stranger. So thoughtful and kind. now I've taken him as mine. next to me for all time. strange an unearthly sign.
I closed my eyes and gave an inbuilt scream, hopping I was dreaming, my eyes fluttered open, instead of 5, there was 10...circling me. Standing still now.