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#HalloweenParty #Night Night has fallen all around, Descending black, without a sound, Creeping in as light moves in, Now's the time for wicked sin.
#halloweenparty. #acorns. Breathe deep a gathering gloom. Sunlight's leaving every room. Bleeding through the nooks and cracks. To be replaced by inky blacks. The purple dusk has gone to ground.
My warmest greetings for you, madam. You've been cordially invited to quite a jam.
The moon shines down on the nights centre stage A silvery spotlight that paves a chosen way The night-dwellers break free from their daytime cage Shackles are broken A night of frivolity pays their...
How to know a vampire Is the lesson of the day You won't need your crucifix So let's throw that away Garlic, Holy Water They won't be doing much You'll find out for yourself If you surrender to his...
I would cross vast oceans for your love, To see you one last time. For me there is no other, You will always be mine. I have searched endlessly and so long, For an intense love like yours.
A crooked plush face, And a Mona Lisa smile, Twenty seven stitches sitting, And a passion for beguile.
Graveyard angel, A weather-worn beauty, Deceptively holy, A demon in heaven's clothing, Perched atop a Grey-stone mausoleum, Surveying the realm She stalks, owns, Keeping the dead in...
#HalloweenParty #Graveyards The click as bone scrapes naked bone, Clad only in their rags, Withered corpses, regal once, Yet now reduced to hags.
Obsidian, black shadows dance on the ivory wall. Beasts hide in their eerie, onyx tentacles. Tangled, secrets whisper through the marble hall. Blood curdling screams rip from the raven corners.
Unseen ghosts in the silent night. With only a candle to be my guide. Walking through these trees with open eyes. While a lone wolf warnes me with his cries. Keep walking, just look ahead.
#HalloweenParty #Blood Every drop is thick. Thick with thoughts unsaid. Every splash of blood. Accompanies the dread. Dread seeps through my pores. It joins the blood in dance. Every slice of skin.
I spy with my little eye. A wolf died. And a little girl cried. I spy with my little eye. Trick or treat. Who will you meet. I spy with my little eye. A life for rent. And the devil is sent.
#halloweenparty With skin the colour of the night And eyes all shining yellow Enough to give me quite a fright On a lonely night so mellow I walk slowly on the side path Rain slamming on the...
Frames and pictures, peeling walls. Faded paintings haunt the halls. Dusted floorboards, empty beds, Withered air of pain and dread.
A swirling black mist covers the moors. Seeping and weeping inside of the doors. Small cosy dwellings, so welcome and warm. Discourage the ghosts that outside do swarm.
#nightdwellers Dracula, with eyes of flame, A blazing wake of scarlet fire, Playing his own killing game, Of dripping blood and dark desire.
#nightdwellers #halloweenparty #pumpkins In the local pumpkin patch, By light of harvest moon, I watch the tumult of the earth, And carve a hallow tune.
#Halloweenparty. #Ghosts. Come one. Come all. To the masquerade ball. Into this dream. You will soon start to fall. The ghostly figures. They twirl and dance. Hiding their dead eyes.
I'm lying down again Deep in the cold dark earth A single bell tolls loudly To signify my birth For tonight is the night I'm creeping o-so slowly from the dank and dusty coffin Shaking dirt from...
#HalloweenParty #Setting I paused in the woods, Oh, my breathing was loud, From every direction, Did fog and most shroud.
#halloweenparty #thesetting Now no longer do these walls Give back the chant of hymn or psalm No more do flickering candles light On this dark halloween night.
#halloweenparty. #household. Welcome to a place of Death. Be sure you've breathed your final breath. A netherworld you'll never know. A darkened realm where you will go.
Broken tombstones scatter the ground an erie silence surrounds The old decaying tree's branches no longer reach for the sky a single Black Raven listens to the undeads cry.