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There were seven men Around a pyre, Their touches held aloft, Ready for a fire. The moon was full, Yet the night was still. No howl or caw, No breeze of wind, Or whispers from the trees.
Scale of a dragon, A pinch of broken heart. Newts eye, Willow torn a part. Dashes of nightshade, Clothing from the dead. A family secret, Written in lead. Tongue of a snake A lock of human hair.
Ingredients 3 tbsp Absinthe 1 tbsp Nightshade 1 tbsp Hemlock 2 tbsp Blood 3 tbsp Lemon Juice 1/4 cup Water 1/8 cup Irish Cream 3 Ice Cubes Slice of Lime Method Stir together Absinthe, Nightshade...
#nightdwellers. Meet me here,. Upon this earth,. Where, to our darkness,. We gave birth,. A single move,. The blood was drawn,. For us to prove,. We needn't mourn,. An athame,. Of lifeless steel,.
#nightdwellers Inky shadows seem to mock, Playing games across the clock, Eager to await my hand, Waiting for my dark command.
#youngwritershousehold There was once a Dark Witch that lurked in the horror filled woods, she cackled at her evil plan waiting to emerge.
Dear diary, I don't know why I write to you, the ink just sinks into your papers anyway. But still, it's not like I'm willing to show my life story to everyone... Just someone. One person.
You keep me inside. Your dooms tower. Next to the varnished cabinet. And rusty old shower. You pull out your wand. And close your eyes. I can feel. Lots of cries. You're suffocating me.
#yougwritershousehold Dragons eye and lizards tails, Human blood and fingernail. Fire hot and potion boil, Add a drop of toil. Shroud in stream and burn in smoke, A screaming girl and a toads throat.
Magic has always enticed me. I've grown up with it. The complex that you can weave a story, delay the reaction, trap the mind--sometimes you might even start believing your own lies.
I didn't want to do this, but Everose forced me to. She said I had to write down every detail of my life, and whatever hurt me. this is the story of my life, and worst of all, the death of my sister.
1st Witch: "We shall make a brilliant spell,. That will make our enemies swell.". 2nd Witch: "To the size of a wrinkled bull-frog!". 3rd Witch: "The type that lives in a snot-green bog.".
There is more, but its not the most interesting. I would appreciate some feedback, and guesses on what you thin will happen next. Thanks for reading.
Evilyn Verin was born in the early 1400's to a middle class family of Dark witches... She has an older sister, as well as an older brother... Her father ruled with an "iron fist" as did her mother...
Harry Potter fanfic. I sit here quietly, in a dark alcove. Enjoying the solitude of being unnoticed. I watch students and teachers hurry past.
The Tower of Pain, Will always remain, Outlive the last flower, A monument to power. These evil wizards, Casting blizzards, Causing droughts, Creating doubts.
The Chaos Gods where grinning. Blind and maddened they smiled. Through the incantations of the Sorcerer, the Chaos Gods had been riled. Cthulhu, dead but dreaming, started stirring in the depths.
In the very second that the muddled crew entered the cave, the shimmering sunlight illuminated the wondrous mountains of treasure that lay waiting.
Sorry it's a bit late guys, but, hope you like it. My thoughts were interrupted by voices. Voices and footsteps. The sound slicing harshly through the night.
Prologue: Deep in the shadow filled cave a great monstet lay slumbering, its chest rising and falling with each long drawn out breath.
Part 5 All across this creative land Opussians words are found.
He had mixed his powders and potions, his incense the essence of death. Black was his colour of choice today, his alter before him was set.
The foulness of his mood was intoxicating, angering the air all around. An almost silent vibration, a deepening, darkening sound.
Reesa moved through the shadows of the forest in silence. She became a part of the twilit scene, following the silhouettes ahead. At her side, Jay, her wolf kept quiet with his leisurely gait.