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#nightdwellers A tiny, silver drop of dew balances on the very edge of a deep, crimson petal. The rose is at its best, filling the still night air with a luxurious, intoxicating scent.
#nightdwellers N is for nocturnal and all that it brings.
Lit by light of candle, I sit alone tonight, In my darkened room, Awaiting morning light. The rain is thundering, Against my window glass, And I sit cowering, Hoping it will pass.
He sips his wine. Setting down his glass, he stands up. Walking around his library, lit only by candles, he hums a song.
The Emptiness 1) Intro This how I'll begin to tell this story. Perhaps it's love, or perhaps it's horror. But one thing is for sure.. It ends blood and poison kisses with no cure.
I sit in this meadow Mild and meek My mind very twisted My memory bleak My eyes blank and dusty And my cheeks, do i dare. The grass is all dead The tree's are all bare.
Draconian cackles erupted like lava from the blackness of the vast forest, echoing eerily through the trees.
Of this twisted scurvy ridden place of death And the mace I hold, will deliver the prize to that person who is bold. Of character, redeemed, And soul, by fate deemed.
Chapter 1 The Geisha Glass lanterns filled the room like hundreds if coloured stars. They shone soft light down in the twirling dancers below.
He came as the day turned to darkness, his steps silent as my heart thundered. I could feel him coming closer, and every moment that passed filled me with dread, and longing.
Adorned in night-black, of elasticacted thwack, on knickered thong of soft ass, you stop, with subtle spread, above me, laid stiff, on my grassy, clay bed Thighs, high on leg long,...
Darkness. Everything I feel, everything I do, everything I know is darkness. I will never know the meaning of light. I will be here, in darkness, forever.
Your beauty didn't suffice. To save you from the thunder. Your lover, cold as ice. Put you six feet under. Leaving your loved ones. You became a beast. Letting blood blind your eyes.
#TheOpussDead It was the same dream again. Melody thrashed beneath the covers, sweat beading her forehead, her heart pounding in her somnolent state.
Hesitantly I open the gate With a creak and a squawk and a sigh Ivy covered with wrought iron curls There's more than meets the eye.
A black rose, Grows in a field of decay, After three blue moons, In seventeen days.
I was taking a shower, just a normal morning shower when I heard a scream. Not a scream of fright, more like someone was trying to get to me. I stopped my shower and stepped out.
I remember there was mist, swirling mist upon a vast, glossy 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.
Draconian shadows swing at the graveyard tonight, but you can't see a thing. Mist covers all in sight. The shape of a man, swaying to and fro is all you can see through the musky glow.
The Phantom of the Opera was musing late one night What would really happen if he stepped into the light Would he be accepted, welcomed with open arms Would Christine still be there, her beauty,...
Hi, my name is Norman I'm as normal as can be But if you trust your senses You should stay away from me I own a little resting place Along the interstate It was a thriving business But not so good of...
The film is about love, family and lost. It's a great movie from the beginning till the end. The story is wonderfully capturing. My eyes were on the screen all the time.
Come with me I'll show you The dark half Of my heart I'll make you drink The poison of My twisted love Then lock you in The dark.
Good afternoon Madames, Monsieurs Have I caught you at your leisure.