Light the fire, flint upon wick, Trick the monkey’s eyes a pinch. Stretch the bones and let blood dry, For now, we start our counting. Renew the circle and bring forth the wine, Taste more the darkness within us. For now, we start a counting. ‘Tis moon so full, and sky so shadowed, Before the … More Sinister Countdown- Primus Carmen
Moments that press on, Reminding eyes of dark times, Clarity takes time. -M.E. InkOwl
Amber leaves crumble, Cool breezes clouds floating by, Crisp edges changing. -M.E. InkOwl
Listen to understand, Words gentle with open heart, Unconditional. -M.E. InkOwl
I’ll never forget the rain that day, It fell upon my crown and wound down between footprints trodden through grass. My head spun, heady with thoughts of you, Traces of that kiss laid upon my lips. Holding hands to the sky I wound my soul to the sky. All life had meaning as I walked … More Sinister Countdown- Tortorem
Hark now do you hear the wind whistle? Like crunching leaves and decaying thistle. Upon a lonely ridge lungs fill with air, Releasing course yammerings through fangs bare. Soon rises our symbol quite bold, Flush of blood upon faces bold. Writhing forms plead at the gate, Throw open bolts and laugh at fate Let fear … More Sinister Countdown- October Moon
It was one of those nights on cemetery lane that made you feel electric with energy and somber with thought all at the same time. The air was crisp, dead leaves scattered as they ran underfoot and glided overhead, filling the night with noise. The moon was full and luminous casting an eerie light on the … More Sinister Countdown- Into the Yew Wood
Reading your secrets, Sweet musty deluge of lies, Too bad bones can’t hide. -M.E. InkOwl
Watcher in the dark with lidless eye, Seeks to find you out and expose the lies. Catch your breath among empty halls, You find nothing but rats crawling through walls. Run and hide round places unknown, We will follow everywhere you roam. Hunting seeking smelling tasting, There is no where you will go where we … More Sinister Countdown- Song to a Killer
So often had Sally wondered, Upon the trunk beneath the tree. Too afraid to ask her grandmother, What treasures laid nestled deep within. It had sat there for weeks and weeks, Collecting dirt, water, and her attention. Both night and day with silver lines gleaming, It made young Sally’s mind run reeling. So she had … More Sinister Countdown- Locked Up Secrets
Upon this wood, we cast our net, Gleaming in the evening light. With drops of blood so tainted spill, We break down its wards of light. Dance round the circle, Once, Twice, Thrice. The elements now align. Yew, Iron, and Copper. Break upon our burning hands. For we call upon the powers beyond, Crumble those … More Sinister Countdown- Quattuor Carmina
The Ink Owl 