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It started as snow But turned into rain Falling forever No melt quite the same. Dancing in the sky But tumbling to the ground Frozen,now thawed It made a wet sound. Dropping, so delicately...
#nightdwellers. The air smells pure. And full of life. The very atoms. Of it tinted with sweetness. The new buds on trees. Peeking out from the frost. Lit by the moonlight. Smell of fresh innocence.
#nightdwellers Deal me my fate Don't hesitate It's a private show Don't make me wait No-one else will know The red moon's aglow Deal fast Deal slow Make the game last A moments fleeting flame A...
The wind Screaming my name, Whipping at the walls, Shaking the window frame. It picks up speed, Howling in the night. There is a strong gust, What a terrible fright. It yells, Calling to me.
I sit upon rocky mountain, like pebbles and I sit there in the silent wind, alone air rushing over me. Cliffs stand tall and slowly crumble. Crisp seaweed crunches. The scene goes on and on.
Hear the wind, Howling loud. Too much rain, Too many a cloud. Hear the crackle, The hail fall. Painful impact, Upon each tiny ball. Witness the lightening, Hear it strike.
Trees of dark black gnarled old wood. Ancient spirits, voices misunderstood. The forests sways and creaks with the wind. That whistles down from deep in the glen. It comes from the north.
...and as the rain poured around me, I glimpsed her. At the other end of the near-deserted street, spinning absent-mindedly around a lamppost, the light reflecting off her hair.
The full moon glistens in the sky,. Eerie feeling and werewolves cry,. Misty patterns etched in the darkness,. Like smoke stains created by an artist,. Silence resumes followed by the cry of an owl,.
Swirling, onyx darkness encases the vividly, vibrant earth. Twinkling, ancient constellations shimmer like gems high above the painted world.
The world can be dull in the bleak hours in the morning. The world can be lonely in the different shades of the afternoon; whether it be bright and sunny, or damp and grey.
Strikingly sweet music swirls through the gleaming, majestic room. The sparkling, diamond chandeliers glittering, golden light dances off the curling columns.
Delicately carved pumpkins illuminate the night with gleaming amber light. Dusty doorsteps, sparkling windows, emerald gardens house glistening orange pumpkins.
Nature's lightshow's come to town. An electric sky is all around. The darkest tempest, the fattest rain. Clouds are plugged into the main. A sudden flash has come my way.
#acorn #nightdwellers Fingers trace the smoke grey glass, Thick fog pours through the ashen grass, The sky is jet, a vast expanse, The black horizon takes its stance.
Lashing down in torrents, Fierce in its rage, Waning at its edges, Harsh at every stage. Pouring down about us, Angry as it falls, Making hissing, snapping sounds, Animal-like calls.
Light, delicate, soft whispers of wind,. The whooshing wonder where angels take wing,. A hurricane's element, so changeable and strange,. What a brilliant mystery, with the greatest range,.
A small girl walks through a big forest. Surrounding her are large dark trees with knots covering them from their roots to their highest branches. The girl has hair dark as night.
Derelict and dishevelled, Crumbling and abandoned, Alone against the wind, rain and sun, Stands the old house. Ivy crawls deftly up the body of the house, Tightening it's grip, it's influence.
As the velvet night sky draws closer in. And the moon and stars shine brightly. The air so cold it chatters my teeth. And makes me shudder beneath. Twinkling stars from up above.
Jagged charcoal black rock juts out the high ceiling. Cyrstal clear icy water trickles and bubbles over the shiny ink black ground. Cool tentacles of air swirl around the nooks and crannies.
I can smell the rain,. I can feel the storm brewing,. At the peaking of the day,. The winds begin. Trees swaying with the gusts,. Wind deepening my breaths,. Clouds forming, day ending,.
Night rolls in, the grandest stage. The blackest scene from darkest page. All is quiet, all is still. A cloak that blankets all at will. Coolness breathes its tender way. A sightless temporary stay.
Crooked wooden cupboards surround a green-clad gas oven; warm to the touch with a full belly of the night's feast to come.