Hint to me your treasures dear,
Upon this October sky.
When light bends through a darkening lens,
Only the soothsayer may divine.
Grasp this thread and hold it tight,
As the sun dips low beneath the world.
And watch as fire and water so deep,
Part before us now revealing a doorway beyond.
We walk a path from green to gold,
And change with our world as it turns.
This is the Sinister Countdown. If you liked this descent into maddness be sure to like and follow this month’s macabre passage. These stories, words, and poems come from the darker recesses of the mind behind the InkOwl. If you’d like to read past Sinister Countdown posts, follow the link below.