The Monster Of Below
I heard of such monster, Who lived down below, Where the waters are so deep, No fish does ever go. I've heard of such monster, With scales made of blood.
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I heard of such monster, Who lived down below, Where the waters are so deep, No fish does ever go. I've heard of such monster, With scales made of blood.
It was cramped in her little tree-hole, but comfortable, despite the bloodstains of the previous owner on the walls.
Crystal clear pools of smelted frost,. Ebony-black eyes to never be lost,. Snow-covered fur shaking in bounds,. Breath in gasps of steamy clouds,. Ears pricked attentively, alert as always,.
Blurred and missing. Hidden and masked. Unseen and shadowed. Slowly creeping. Silent steps taken. Breath held. Fingers crossed. Submerged and gone. A ghost in fog. Icy breath exhaled.
An aerial hunter, silent as the breeze,. Searching for prey for his talons to seize,. A high-flying wonder, terror of the skies,. A piercing call echoes as he flies,.
Searing golden sun light scorches the parched earth. Ferocious, gleaming amber eyes pierce the heat haze. Deadly paws tread gracefully on the dry, dusty ground.
Dappled forest light on an amber coat,. Early morning mist almost seems to float,. Slashes of black draped across her muscly pelt,. Soft, but deadly, fur like silky felt,.
Lips so wide and tangled hair, Face holds her unnerving stare, Tipped white fangs and darting tongue, So very old, yet she seems young.
-uploaded it earlier but accidentally deleted it!- I smile grimly, looking at the whitecoats. Sometimes my time with them isn't fun. It isn't nice. It doesn't get my adrenaline rushing.
I always knew there was something wrong with me. I studied myself, in comparison to the endless flow of whitecoats, moving around me.
#NightDwellers Crystal skin, As smooth as glass, Hair so thick, A wanton mass. Wanton eyes, Pursed, plump lips, Dang'rous curves, Swaying hips.
The glittering crystal clear water stretches out under the glowing crimson sun. Lush emerald woods surround the lake looking like a beautiful vividly coloured painting.
Hot blood, warm flesh, Moist skin, barbed mesh, Sharp teeth, strong will, Shake breath, dark kill. Full moon, pitch black, Soft meat, torn back, Gauged chest, ripped skin, Blood bones, within.
Darkness, And frost bite, Bind as one, Ice & forever night. Below the sun. Silence written in silk, Numb and compromising with death. A lip sealed deal.
A crystal clear waterfall cascades in diamond drops down the glittering charcoal black rocks. The towering trees sway in the light wind that swirls around the emerald green valley.
The darkened leopard, black as night,. Padding through forests of misty twilight,. Jade coloured leaves shiver as she passes,. Pools of moonlight still as crystal glasses,.
Chilled fingers up your back, Sweet expectation of attack, Amongst fluttering, dusty wings, And snuffled sounds of other things, She stalks the little ones of the night, Making their black eyes turn...
The darkness surrounded, paralysing her mortal skin. Her breathing increased rapidly as panic started to set in, as she realised the monsters from the fairy tales aren't as unbelievable as they seem.
The beast moves swiftly across moonlit snow,. Her head is poised, but her disguise will never show,. The prey is ignorant, she is spookily silent,.
Deadly paws padded across the pearly snow Collided muscle tense under thick skin Sleek ivory fur splattered with inky black spots flickered between the ice covered trees Steel grey eyes sliced...
She stalks, she hunts,. The prey is unaware,. She cannot be spotted,. She must take care,. The wind shifts,. The prey looks up,. A shiver from the grass,. Has given her up,. Cautious and frightened,.
Tired of longing, Restless in lust, A hunter of souls, Living in disgust, Still in shadows, Pacing the dark, Snatching breaths, Kindling sparks, Behind corners, On an opposite table, Lying in...
It's first victim entered. Furious and menacing, the Minotaur viciously stampeded down the never ending pathways of the desolate labyrinth.
She sneaks along, A silent white shadow, The lone wolf, Through forests and meadows. She stalks her prey, Covered in cloud coloured fur, Her small ears pricked, Her searching eyes, amber.