Into The Brook (1)
I started running up the driveway, but the rocks from the gravel were digging into the soles of my uncovered feet. My breathing hastened, and the blood from my feet trailed behind me.
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I started running up the driveway, but the rocks from the gravel were digging into the soles of my uncovered feet. My breathing hastened, and the blood from my feet trailed behind me.
My wings allow such power as flight, They allow me to solve your plight, I watch the world with its needs, I watch the bundles with their pleads, None of you care truly for another, Your cruelty...
Darkness takes over the beautiful nights of wonder, when all the creatures come out while the humans are in slumber. My darling is it you. The one who stays awake.
Pale lips and ghostly touch, A light without heat in the dead of the night, A gentle gaze frosted over by the days spent, Bringing life to the dying and love to the spite.
My name is Jack I'm quite a lad You'll never creep up behind my back For I'm quieter and faster than your lovely dear old dad As I spread my fingers wide Ice crackles and freezes everything in...
I sat there shivering under the tall tree. The moonlight shone through the leaves illuminating the soft white snow.
Chapter 6 I wake up, in a dark box, lying flat on my back.
My hearts a moulding wreck, At the bottom of the sea, Decaying slowly, quickly, That hated part of me.
I cannot compare you to me - there's nothing here the same I can't help the way I am - I don't mean to cause you pain Lay your dark thoughts at my feet I shall not cast the blame And though I'm...
Child of the devil; Satan's spawn. Fiery red tail, Body and horn. Angry face, Blood red staff. No need to smile, No need to laugh. Devil's baby, Born to hate. Born to frown, To sadden, to slate.
Raven black hair flows in the nights breeze. Purple silk cloth clings loosely. A crown sits on her forehead. A red gem in the center. Curved around in gold. Intertwining into her hair.
For you. I crawl over land and water. For you I cross the desert and split the sky in two,. And turn my soul from all things,. To reach the place. Where I am alone with You.”. But your just a dream.
Jagged lightning rips the heavens open in a searing flash of crackling energy. Wind screams and tears around the menacing rocky mountains. Swollen purple clouds cast the world into chaotic blackness.
Unsympathetic wind rips through the craggy snow covered mountains. Mist swirls around the once lush emerald forest obscuring it from searching eyes.
Iris, dusk, and slight of hand, The Shadowmaster pulls the strings, The midnight weaver of the land, Who makes enigma jump through rings.
Beady red eyes. Pitch black hair. You'll rule. The darkening air. Bones of a live man. Blood of the dead. Give people something. Worth having dread. A ravens feather. As dark as night.
It was a dark night this night and an old soul was preparing for a long over due sleep. He walked into his home and saw that his love was already in the world of dreams, awaiting their reunion.
Scythe in hand,. And knife in hair,. Eyes of glass,. With icy stare,. Patchwork face,. And sewn black lips,. Needles strung,. Around the hips,. Bow hooked over shoulder blade,.
I don't have a name, but people call me Shayne. I don't have an age, but they say I'm as young as I feel. I don't have any parents, but they say Satan himself spat me out.
His fingers made of icicles, His face an icy floe, His nose a plane of crystal glass, On which no smiles show.
I woke in the dark, the dream still haunting me pulling me in. I know he is real in another realm, the place of dreams. It's always the same, it's always him. He looks like a rock star.
Sat atop the church spires, His gruesome face downcast, Drenched by pouring rainfall, Watching it fall fast.
My blood red lips won't be full of deceit. Although my heart black is hard and cold like concrete. I'm the dark lady the mistress who can still admit defeat. Loving me with the mind not their eyes.
Dream Type: Lucid I'll be honest, one annoying thing about dream diaries is that you have to write them as soon as you wake-up. One other problem. At those times I wish I remembered less.