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Weathered down hands shake and brittle dry lips quiver. The time had come. A blistering gust of wind passes through. Then suddenly, calm..
(16+ content, please read with caution or not at all.) The promises died in his icy white breath -promises he'd never of kept, Kirsteen smirked.
Moonlight covers the shadows, so hard to hide You creep up to watch, now what's inside.
Lonely lullaby lost in the tides of time, repeating itself to avoid the bottomless pit of oblivion, a black hole made of the sweetest memories and of lost hopes and abandoned wishes, slipped from...
Seeking solace where the shadows play, Undead am I, imitating life during the day. Nighttime comes and my beast awakes, Lucifer calling for my soul to take.
Together we sat, You gave my shoulder a pat, You leaned in close, And gave me a second dose.
#acrostic Dragged tortured bodies Empaled -deep, twisted Vestal brides' entwined Inked -red bloodied and smeared Lacerated internal yearnings Insinuates sadistic flirtings Sensual, sinister...
#acrostic D.ine with me in t.H.e devils lair; E.at, drink, conver.S.e with me, as I stare. V.anquish the illus.I.ion, see me ... I am the fire; I.'ll consume your L.abryinth of lost desire.
#beginningline #Nightdwellers #acrostic Her heart distorted frantically, in the eerie air; Erratic beats of torture; Laboured, as she was dragged to the princes lair.
Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where they strung up a man they say murdered three. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Blackness creeping around corners, slithering like a dark, sinister snake.
Cascading, obsidian fabric rippled in the screeching, icy storm. Merciless, sapphire eyes glittered from under a raven black hood. Ancient symbols filled the chaotic night as the Necromancer chanted.
A lonely spirit that is cast aside, by society's ignorance of thickened hide. Disfigured they howl, not to give peace as they growl. Stranger that clipped his wings, not to fly far to better things.
-I wrote this poem for a girl who never smiled. Her name is Ivy, like the poison.- Her skin was pale as the moon as if it never met the sun and the black clothes she wore created a contrast.
She told me to take just one bite, I met her in the dark of night. She held a withered candle light, Her figure slumped and shoulders slight.
#nightdwellers The CATACOMB of my mind meanders through my insanity. Contained within an OSSUARY all sense of any reality.
I fell in love with the night. And The radiance of the moon. I enjoy the dust of the dark. But hate day that will surely come soon. How lovely thoughts bloom. In the bask of the moon.
Let's go out with a bang, And live before the undead die, These empty graves are waiting for you & me, I'm just trying to take my time before I get too comfortable inside where my broken...
Lay before me was a beauty, One who repeatedly tore me apart, Her porcelain skin cracked, As she pulled out her bloody heart.
On tip toes. She crept. Past the boundary. Where you never went. Into the deepest. Darkest forest. The delicate fabric. Of her dress. Floated behind her. In her quest. Catching white cotton.
Circe swirled the blood in her glass, and stared at the rug. She had already sent her reply back to her brother, she had felt confident in her standing when she tied it to the bat, but now....
Cherry wood petals dropped around her, and she raised a slim hand to brush the pink flower pieces from her white hair.
Kind of a song... Kind of a poem... Enjoy.
As I crept nearer I could just make out a light in the top left hand window. A silent breeze stirred the trees. I felt a chill down my spine. The light moved. It re-appeared in the next window.