The moon covered by nighttime fog
The distant howling of a restless dog
The hollow scream of a helpless man.
The disappearing of a dark blue van.
Creatures lurking in the dead of night.
Creatures dressed entirely in white.
An old man out resting his little dog.
Now devoured by the nighttime fog.
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Onyx black witches cloaks ripple like toxic water. Pearly white ghosts swirling through deathly silent, obsidian graveyards. Dazzling crimson eyes pierce with deadly glare.
This was my inspiration for the series I wrote :) THE LISTENERS By Walter de la Mare "Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed...
Obsidian, black shadows dance on the ivory wall. Beasts hide in their eerie, onyx tentacles. Tangled, secrets whisper through the marble hall. Blood curdling screams rip from the raven corners.
Candle-lighted. I walk in the hallways. The mid-night. Is my time always. I am known as,. The queen of the night. Night is my reign. Night is when my light shines bright.
Slither, shiver, shedding snakes Manipulate the shadowy walls Where silhouetted angels fall Candlelit faces, haunting graces Heartbeats tempo - quiet and still Paralysed in echoed rooms...
Cold hearts line the frosted floor, As hallow flames light up the door, Black tears of night fall to the ground, Crescendo hues spark all around.
If you feel your pulse is quickening. Don't be too perturbed. If the atmosphere is thickening. There's something you've disturbed. Movements fleet and darting. All around the room.
The darkness comes, feels like home. We sit upon this mighty throne. Cold, cold to the bone. No hearts beat with us tonight. The air is filled with fright. Within the prey, it grows.
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