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part 64 I hated the dark. Even here, in her sexual desired bliss I was still afraid. "Who are you?" I called into the abyss around me. I could hear my voice echo and for a moment all was silent.
Let darkness come. Try to frighten. But 'tis welcomed. For my writes, it enlightens. Creatures beyond us. Lurk in our shadows. In stories, they haunt. Come back from the gallows. Hear a creak.
As I stood in font of the house I sighed not knowing why I had to be here. There was a low rumble and a flash of lightning, it felt like someone had just dropped a bucket o water on my head.
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.
Cutting a crescent from the night sky. Hanging stars for a soul that's died. Reaping life & bringing it to the skies. Thunder echoes the heavens tastless lies. Lightning lights the blinds ways.
Soaring towers stretch up into the ebony night. Luminous spheres make up radiant constellations twinkling through the night. A moat circles the castle the silver moon glittering on its smooth surface.
You wear evils cloak with a smile. Dance deaths dark waltz. Spin me into your web of deceit. One, two, three. One, two, three, my weakness revealed. Round and round and round we go.
Bleak and barren moor of ills,. How well you hide your secret still,. All those long and silent years,. You lay there mocking as the tears,. Did flow as if a dam did break,.
I remember there was mist... Swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake There were candles all around, and on the lake there was a boat And in the boat there was a man Who was that shape in the shadows.
Walking in the shadows, She keeps to the dark. Never speaks or smiles, Just walks through the park. Her skin an ivory hue, Her lips the darkest red.
#youngwritershousehold. Light is my weakness,. I fight in the dark,. I despise of the lightest,. Black is my mark,. Born in it, lived it,. Evil lurks beneath me,. Dark is always my pick,.
The bodies and blood of wounded and dead, Are my joy, my wine and my bread, We fly high by the light of the moon, A fleeting shadow not seen till your doom.
In a dark dark house, Was a door, Made of mahogany, As was the floor. In a dark dark house, Was a room, With another door, A cold place, colder than a tomb.
The raindrops hit me like cold diamond daggers. A thick musty smell hung in the icy air.
You, you demon,. Wings of flame,. Onyx eyes,. Inflicting pain,. You, you demon,. Blood of ice,. Bones of fog,. With luck of dice,. You, you demon,. Nettle tongue,. Dry ice smoke,.
Beautiful eyes, master of disguise. Manipulative & injecting lies. Wings open & ready for flight. White as snow, wings tipped red. Flying into the night, from inside out feathers bled.
Take my hand, or reject it, your decision. Oh but dear, I'm the mortician. I'll be seeing you soon. Waltz with me under the nights full moon.
Well they encourage your complete cooperation. Send you roses when they think you need to smile.
Ravens circling the castles. Beaks sharp to the point. Eyes narrow black slits. Flying in flock, their caws mock during the mourning, wake up call & karmas breakfast in favor the ravens.
This is a place where everything's evil. Here the wicked stepmothers have there scary schemes. On on side it's bright this side it's dark. The clouds cover the sun. Is there even a sun. No.
(I have a bit of an obsession with vampires:3) My name is Valentina. My skin so cold and pale. The sunlight kills me, night time is when I shine. I follow behind you, you can't even see...
Black leather binding parchment cage,. Silk bookmark falls to mark the page,. Dark pen forms words with liquid ink,. The toxic letters forge their link,. A message for the raven's life,.
The room was chill, the rather ornate fireplace dead and cold. Ornate furniture from a more formal time was placed to the best advantage.
My glass palace,. Its tallest tower reaches right up to the clouds. It is made entirely of glass,. Every window every doorway every passageway every item of furniture is made of crystal glass.