To The Broken End
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.
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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.
Slithering over the gallows of an overcast night, I was not too enthralled of your loss in grace.
In my coffin of darkness I placed. A castle where the rich lay to rest. The fear that comes from a school test. Fangs as deadly as a sharpened knife. The pain that comes from a slave’s strife.
A caped silhouette stands lonely in the night, All that see him murmur in fright. His sword is plunged into the ground, Still as a statue, makes no sound.
I wake and rise, stretch in my grave, Hear a lone piano's stave, Know it's you, you wait for me, Every day from noon to three.
Shrouded by the mango trees,. Across deserted Kingston Bay,. In truly haunting canopies,. A phantom of the day,. The cobwebs hung like a ghastly banner,. The obscuring untamed brush,.
#colourchallenge #ashen A cold smile forces wide a masquerade face, But, as soon as the lighting falls, the night will take its place, And, instead of the eyes that glint and twinkle, frigid...
Hello again, and today is Wednesday, November 28, 2012. Today I'd like to write a short rhyming poem that doesn't have any meter because I'm rubbish at using meters. Enjoy.
Left in the dark, the dungeons of old, The tormented beasts of stories untold, ...The screams and the cries, ...the howls and goodbyes, The darkness that is not empty, Where fears...
#acorn Perfect sphere of scarlet flame, The fruit, as pure as snow, The skin, as red as blood, again, An apple, Wednesday's woe.
In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace- Radiant palace- reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion- It stood there.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some...
The clack of bones across the night, The eerie moon's most silver light. The howl of werewolves singing true, The moon is full then begins anew.
Everyday I wake at dawn, noise of the raven rings in my ear, I have to look at him, does he know my fear. Looking for food, his appetite boils within, Can he really see all my secret sins.
#nightdwellers. The crimson trail disappeared. Into the night as I had feared. Had I found it by the day. I might at least have made my way. But I found myself by moonlight's side.
Blood stained lips Pale white skin 3 dead brides No living kin. Long sharp teeth Nails to match Hair as dry As cottage thatch. Long black cloak Hides from daylight The original creature Of the night.
A man made of snow, With features so cold, Yet chiselled so finely, An entirely new mould. Finger 'cross chest, His flesh oh-so cool, Oh how I'd engage, This man in a 'duel'.
#nightdwellers This is my time, In the dead of night, Where demoniac beings, Corrupt the light.
#acorn #nightdwellers Hot blood, warm flesh, Moist skin, barbed mesh, Sharp teeth, strong will, Shake breath, dark kill.
Skeletal fingers brush my spine, Words tell me those bones are mine, Breath wraps round my shallow heart, Caressing me in stony art.
#colourchallenge A symphony of shadows, In an orchestra of night, Played by ashen horsehair cellos, Under skeletal black light.
#colourchallenge #black He killed her and he left her, Her corpse a broken mess, Upon an open, empty grave, Waiting to be blessed.
In the cold dark nights. The winds blow. Shivers up my arms. The seas flow. Cut and slice. The pumpkins. They are surrounded by vampires. With their sins. The night before Halloween is all still.
#halloweenparty I'm going to a party And I'll dress accordingly It being Hallowe'en Hate to disappoint, you see My costume is authentic Passed down throughout the years It represents a legend And it...