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Welcome to the dark side. No cookies here. Just tons of blood and stories of darkness. And lots of things to fear. Unless you're not afraid of course. Then I shall caution you.
I dreamed of death, as he came to me. He gazed into my eyes as a lost lover. Perhaps I knew him in a past life I thought. His looks wore unnatural, he was all pale white bone.
It was the coldest night he could remember, and the frozen grass crunched under his feet. The boy walked into the woods. It was still, silent, and snow covered, but this quietness unnerved him.
Pick up the pace. Link up the lace. Drink up to the sad face. And a dead man pulls out an ace. Brain dead or should I say cocaine head. Goes out to play in the rain; feign dead.
I knew I was saved the first time I saw her. They were on the beach, she and her father. It was night, but there was enough of a glow emanating from the full moon that I could study her face.
Bring me the little one of the embarked graves. You must be reprimanded, Your false smile of purple and emerald Is very much like a falling icicle into the mundane heart.
His eyes were a smokey red, as though someone had left embers to smoulder. The raven black hair hung loose over his shoulders and down to his waist was slightly wavy, but not yet curled.
Turned when she was seven, She knew naught but death and bones, Brought up by nothing but the road, A road of gravelled stones.
Frozen in the depths, In the fortress deep within. Are destiny's chosen steps, To SAVE your soul from the SIN. Hidden in the heart, Of the fortress deep inside.
When the stars align And the churchbells chime She'll flee with her red hair flowing Fighting against the wailing wind blowing To escape the monsters stalking her on the moor.
Mist swirls around my feet as I enter the clearing where we used to meet, It's colder now, more bleak, The air fills my nose with the freezing reek of winter.
#Colourchallenge #oldgold. The old house on the hill. Is cracked, faded, and gray. No smoke comes from the chimney. No cars in the driveway. No mail is in the postbox. The residents are now deceased.
#ColourChallenge Ice blue where her eyes, to match the bitter cold of her soul. She was host to the bleakest winter, as the warmth from the sun he stole.
I look in the mirror What do I see.
Another daybreak looms. In misery towers HQ. As many stars as rooms. Space for me and you. Sunlight can not reach. Its musty halls and stairs. Lessons we can not teach. Lost amongst its dingy lairs.
#sequel to @ckahn's piece, Taste Timeless Night.
~Spooky story; not mine~ Mad Henry was a hermit who lived alone in a decrepit mansion at the edge of town. Rumors were rife about the wild-eyed man.
Long black eyelashes blink like spider legs. Lace wraps elegantly around her lithe body. Rips in the white dress flow in the breeze like lost strands. Sequins glisten in the moonlight.
(Warning contains one swear word) #halloweenparty #costume What should I wear to the party of the year. Shall I dress to impress, create the maximum fear.
Climbing, climbing, Up the walls. On the cieling, Through the halls. Climbing, climbing, Here they come. Thunder crashing. Wind of storm. Climbing, climbing. Thousand eyes.
Devilishly divine. Curdled blood wine. A feast of meat. A 16 year old treat. Sacrificed to feed. My wicked greed. His meat I'll share. A smile I'll wear. Oh how shall I dress. I want to impress.
Welcome, enter, Take a seat, I've prepared A Halloween treat, Candied eyeballs For a start, Followed up by A human heart, Fried frogs legs And roasted bat, Sanguine wine To wash down that.
Midnight, on all hallow's eve,. Her realm and time to wake,. Blackest eyes of charcoal jet,. Your soul is her's to take,. Her hair is all but spider silk,. Her skin, translucent, pale,.
A flash of electric, a rush of cold air, A snowflake inferno chills my body, bare, A frigid expulsion of crystalline dread, Bites deep in the aura of lustrous dead.