Sinister Countdown- Witch’s Curse

meat torn from breathing flesh,

ripens this death unexpected

smell the dark blood flow,

a beast most wicked awakens now,

to scream upon a rising moon

flee this scene with symbols written,

and forget the safety of daylight

night has fallen upon you,

with marked sinew and claws reaching so long

farewell one who has wronged me,

you’ll forever remember this final mistake

i was the dam holding back the tide,

now pours in your bowling room

-M.E. InkOwl

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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.

2017