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Creature of the night, a shadow by day,. For when the sun rises, it must hide away,. Blood drips off lily-white fangs,. Jet black pelt where moonlight hangs,. Eyes on fire with blackened flames,.
A darkened palace, a prison, a keep, Where blood runs down and secrets seep, Corridors, endless, shadows dance, But perfectly silent, still at a glance, Chains clink and clatter, in the blackness,...
#descriptive As I walk into the mystical woods my petite feet make the autumn leaves crunch. I pause for a moment worried about what lies ahead in this endless fantasy.
The chat last night was not a success at all. It had just made Rowan more confused about their mysterious death. The next night Rowan woke knowing something had woken her but what was it.
I had a dream about the devil. I was with someone in a field and we started to dig for some reason. once we go to the bottom there was a concrete outline of a box there.
The time is coming, The shadows are lengthening. The days are lessening and The darkest nights are arriving... The gates are opening, If ever so slowly. 36 days 13 hours 45 minutes in counting.
A shockwave rippled through the ashen clouds, sending scarlet sparks flying across the frosted Autumn sky.
The eerie, glowing moon rays pierce the deathly silent ink black night. Ancient constellations reflect and glisten off the still, emotionless jet black ocean. Onyx waves break on the ivory beach.
"Liam, don't go!" I yelled pointlessly. He couldn't hear me. I ran after him. I don't know why. What could I do to help him.
Look into the ball, Close your eyes. Open your mind, Let in the lies. Tell me what you see, A man or a child. Are they morbid looking, Peaceful or wild.
There's a little thatched cottage, In the southern part of Spain, Where the skies are always brighter, And there's never any rain.
I was so tired. I haven't slept in days because every night the guy came into my house and destroyed it. My parents were coming home in a week. Where did the time go. My life was bitter. I sighed.
She rose from the ashes. With a thirst for blood. Left to die on the battlefield. In decay and mud. Once a rainbow. Now steely grey. She has the strength and courage. To seek out her prey.
Her hair was scraggly, dyed black with silver highlighted streaks. She always wore black velvet skirts with tight leather corsets. At night she studied moon and star charts.
~Lilian~ Blood. Blood everywhere. I can smell it. I can feel it. I can see it. Where's Aaron. I have to find him. Why is everything so red. I ran to a corner and dropped down in despair.
#nature. Scales of razors. Fangs of fright. Sinuous form. Eyes that invite. Your soul from your body. Your heart from you head. He slithers down tree trunk. upon your deathbed. Eyes like jewels.
"What. Why?" The tattoo artist asked, her short black hair whipping by her head as she tried to get a good look at the girl.
Despite the pointed teeth, That were rather yellow, He seemed quite nice, A sweet-looking fellow. Ignoring the whole fact That every full moon, He'd howl the night away, But then it would resume.
Watching the hour hands of time tick away, crumbling smoothly into dust over the stone fireplaces mantle.
Onyx tears flow from my eyes. Deaths younger sister. In a beautiful disguise. Dyed black is my heart. Once as cold as this stone. Turn you to memories dust. From skin and bone. No longer can I bear.
The night grows dark Eyes seek and follow all around Of animals and insects That know no earthly bounds The only sound that I can hear Hiss and crackling of the fire The potion that it heats so...
It sits in the corner of the damp and shadowed room, It basks in the glory of the darkness and the gloom, It sits and it stares and it waits and it breaths, Just In and out And in And Out The it, its...
Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble, Double, double, ice and fire, Bring the night to my desire.
Lips so wide and tangled hair, Face holds her unnerving stare, Tipped white fangs and darting tongue, So very old, yet she seems young.