Igor
Yes, it's an #acorn, but it's also a little clue to what I have in mind for Mondays #acrostic... Here's a tale of Igor, Dr.
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Yes, it's an #acorn, but it's also a little clue to what I have in mind for Mondays #acrostic... Here's a tale of Igor, Dr.
The wind howling, wanting more,. The wind howling, at your door,. The rain pelts, on the ground. The rain pelts, disguising the sound. The blood shed, bleed now bleed.
The moon lit up the cobbles to the now charcoal-caked crypt, Kirsteen instinctively looked up from her prey, she knew where she had to go; facing the truth of what was now, tormented her.
The stately bird, he cocked his head. And fixed me with a gaze of lead. Polished, metal, yet toxic like. Less like a sparrow, more like a Shrike. He watched me through my grimy glass.
#nightdwellers #beginningline Her heart distorted frantically in the eerie night air Sensing another presence getting closer, she strained her eyes searching through the darkness.....
So misunderstood. Never wished for this. Parts of him from others. Their spirits not in bliss. Nature is off balance. What the doctor tried was wrong. And now the monster lives.
I awoke to a darkness,. A night as black as death, armed with sword of cobweb. And a shield of gothic red. Oxford Witchlight comes,. Whispering in my head,. A wicked tale told by fools.
#beginningline #nightdwellers Her heart distorted frantically in the eerie night air. She was nervous and her hands were trembling.
#nightdwellers Her heart distorted frantically in the eerie night air; the once dank haven of her beloved crypt stood ablaze; ashes crashed towards her, they wove fast into her auburn hinted hair;...
#beginningline #nightdwellers Her heart distorted frantically in the eerie night air; the once dank haven of her beloved crypt stood ablaze; ashes crashed towards her, they wove fast into her...
Her heart distorted frantically in the eerie night air; the once dank haven of her beloved crypt stood ablaze; ashes crashed towards her, they wove fast into her auburn hinted hair; the charcoal...
In a castle high up in the forest, Where the living dare not stay, An eerie presence is waiting, For you to come its way.
She comes at night, excited to see my face, her cloths stained red, her skin cold as the dead.
(authors note: hi. this is actually a dream (nightmare) I had a few years ago, there are actually more than one version but they alway take place in the same tunnel.
#beginingline #nightdwellers Unaware of what lurked in the darkness Avery set out with her husband's shotgun. She had never been on a hunt before, it was strictly forbidden.
Toxic, raven black liquid shimmered in seething pools. Soaring, obsidian black trees cast eerie, onyx shadows.
Douglas' story was rather unnerving, it scared me, and I wasn't easily scared. "Have you ever walked on the moor at night?" "No," I replied, trembling slightly.
Warning: this poem is very dark towards the end.
#adventchallenge My name's Frost, Jack Frost. My job. To ice bad guys. The worst of them are the grave robbers. I'm currently on the tail of Mr Burke & Mr Hare. You may have heard of them.
James doesn't know made him go into the church, a small grey stone one with a gently twirling weathervane.
Her skin looked like snow. Powdered and thin. How she died, she didn't know. She just remembered his grin. Her dress torn to shreds. She remembered what he said. As snow fell upon their heads.
Six trees all in a row. And as the wind begins to blow. They start to sway. And the leaves fall away. Crashing to the ground. The pirates treasure was never found. At the bottom of the ocean.
Curses are like death spooned into your mouth struggling to get it out. Two girls suffer there curse. One seeking sunlight the other killing nonstop during full moon wishing for peace.
Pull the dagger from the wall Read your sentence before you fall No sleep tonight in fear of your death How could life be so cruel.