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The shadows in the hall Dancing down the walls, The voices in the breeze That bring you to your knees. The stories you are told That shake your very soul, The un-departed dead Are voices in your head.
#Nightdwellers My eyes turn black, My mouth grows slack, I raise my hands up high. My ears do ring, Up. My hands fling. My hair begins to fly.
Mist swirls around my feet as I enter the clearing where we used to meet, It's colder now, more bleak, The air fills my nose with the freezing reek of winter.
Shimmering, eyes sparkle like dazzling, diamonds. Shining, golden hair cascades like dancing, crystal water. Rippling, ivory silk flows like glistening rain forming a strikingly, beautiful dress.
The wicked witch yes I am. I'm the real deal. I ain't a sham. I can be anything I desire. I can set water on fire. The wicked witch yes I am. Everything comes to me cause I can.
It was a cold gloomy day, I was climbing up the mountainous hills when I reached the house I was going to see.
One Blood. Blood everywhere. My arrow - my favourite one, the one with the leaf markings - fly back to my hand. The droplets of blood on the granite floor came from its tip.
Magic streams through the air, As wizards roam without a care. Witches sit on broomsticks, Trying all their different tricks. They whiz and zoom around, Almost as if they are spellbound.
Short chapter:( sorry it's been a while xxx Flo I had forgiven him, Harry. I had my friend back again and I'm not letting go this time. Sam and Sofia looked like an oddly matched couple.
I saw him there in the road,the middle of it. Are you ok. (light angel) I'm in pain. (the boy) I tried to show you light.(light angel) Light. I'm blind. ( the boy) Thats not true.
#bedtimestory Once upon a time in the city of new York was a sweet 4 year old girl.
Cole knew there where wolves around, Tom had told him about his old house in the wood, and Tom longed to go back and visit.
I look in the mirror What do I see.
Woodland surrounds the house, the wind making the leaves rattle like the sea.
Happy 700th birthday, I never get old, the world revolves around me, my skin deathly cold.
Witch goes shopping Upon her broom Finds a place to park it. Takes a shiny Shopping cart Into the supermarket.
Awakened every night, movement with a scream, A man always pushes, his way in my dream. Footsteps often heard, he never seems to stop, I heard he fell, from the buildings top.
In an empty field I look with a stare, The autumn trees are beautiful, such vibrant flare . Yet, in the right of my vision I feel a glare, It cuts me deep, with a icy stare.
The crimson trail disappeared into the night as I walked along its rough dirt surface. Trees spread out like spiderwebs over my head, all it's leaves had long since disappeared.
Nathaniel knew there was something different about his daughter these days. She was changing.
Oh, dear, oh, my, 'Tis quite the mess, Come take a look, you'll never guess. The perfect sight to make you sober, It looks like Hell has frozen over.
In a drenched desert; a sea of sand. Abandon ship in no mans land. Shield the sun with my burning hand. This journey was not going as planned. I sought the truth of reality.
The sound of music came from the mists of time, almost as if born from them. A sobbing melody so lovely it brought tears to her eyes, She cried for the song was to heart wrenching to be mortal.
Silver spherical teardrops, fall like rain to the ground; The angels gentle heart beats, create a subtle thunderous sound.