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Around the campfire you congregate,. Myths and folklore you're here to celebrate,. The fire crackles it's embers fly,. Up to the stars in the darkness of the sky,. Four great logs meet in the centre,.
The wind it is a-calling So is the silvery moon And I'm off to the hill top To sing a merry tune I wrap my cloak around me chanting words of power Old spells that conjure magic Set all the world...
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.
At the centre of the room. She kneels on the ground. The music starts playing. And like a cobra she starts swaying. Moving a little upward with each sway. Her hands moving helping her to find her way.
In the grey and misty morning, When crawling from your bed, Its natural infusion, Will clear your weary head, And in the deepest dark of night, Come stormy wind and rain, It will warm your...
#acrostic. #procrastination. Salisbury summer dawning. Turns to celebration peaking. Opportunities lay yawning. Newly lit with sunrise streaking. Every voice is raised to heaven.
As the howl carried on, we expected something to happen. We all looked around expecting something but nothing came and then we heard the patter of paws. Big Bad stepped out of the corridor, grinning.
I try to bury all my demons But the graveyard is wide and vast I try to get on with the living But nothing is ever born too last Some call it karma, some call it fate While some call it destiny and...
The music was pounding, And our blood was charging. The room was lit well enough for me to see everything and everyone.
#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.
Twelve angry men Sit with their own stuffed bird Watching with anger as a pig skin is hurled Twelve angry men eat, drink; Curse and bark Twelve quiet women sit in the dark.
Young choir girl. Slender innocence. Falling lightly across. Her smooth chest. Angelical androgyny. Ageless and forever. A cold consecrated flame. Finding no reflection. Ascends the skies.
Jars of herbs and spices, Pins and needles on the floor, Scattered papers, gems and crystals, Scriptures pinned against the wall.
I'm standing in the kitchen, Huddled over pans and pots, With a cloak around my frigid neck, And thoughts in dashing dots.
He's the Spirit Man, he's come to town. Casting grains and herbs Inhibitions unbound To weave his potions Some sweet some bite. He'll take your mind to dizzying heights.
Devilishly divine. Curdled blood wine. A feast of meat. A 16 year old treat. Sacrificed to feed. My wicked greed. His meat I'll share. A smile I'll wear. Oh how shall I dress. I want to impress.
Summon the dead at your peril Let them rest in peace Mess with what you don't know Will bring you to your knees Form a circle if that's what you think Holds your hands out wide 'I summon thee oh...
#HalloweenParty #TheWitchingHour I gather up my herbs and tools, Excitement in my bones, Anticipation: every step, Despite my old limbs' groans.
A whisper in the wind, The bodies have been skinned, A rustle through the trees, A sharp and bitter breeze, be careful not to freeze.
A flash of electric, a rush of cold air, A snowflake inferno chills my body, bare, A frigid expulsion of crystalline dread, Bites deep in the aura of lustrous dead.
#nightdwellers #halloweenparty #pumpkins In the local pumpkin patch, By light of harvest moon, I watch the tumult of the earth, And carve a hallow tune.
#halloweenparty #ghosts They say that when a flame turns blue, A spirit hovers close to you, A ghost sends chills and flickers, boo. And your blood drains, your morals, too.
Half full of blood sunset, And half full of cold ice, A dash of gold, A splash of ink, And moonlight will suffice.
Masochism, iron bone, A toxin of the gem and stone, A night to dance around in pain, With nothing more than hallow gain.