I am the observer, the note taker, the confidant. For much of my life I have been a silent supporter, a secret-keeper, and a listening ear. But now I have my own story to share, my own thoughts to express and my vision of the world as seen through my eyes.
Rail against the encroaching dawn, And dance a jig so wickedly stepped. Between pavers once placed to protect, Now cracked with age and endless woe. ‘Tis our time to raise each hackle, And scream into the moons pale face. While all around the tombs shift and tremble, Beneath your yellow knowing gaze. Now as babes … More Sinister Countdown- Striga Felis
Upon a window sill I wait, Watching out at silent stones. For one will come dressed in the depths of night, Carrying a sickle and mournful song. Bare white bone sits comfortable, Beneath writhing cold ground. While worms decompose what was, This form will now change what is. Oh cowled form who stands all alone, … More Sinister Countdown- Night Will Come
Walk swiftly between pools of light, Always with one eye forward and one behind. For something stalks you, Just out of sight. Not human, not quite beast, But always seemingly within reach. So move closer to the light, It will protect you for a time and space. But there will always be some moment, When … More Sinister Countdown- Waiting In The Dark
Whistling steam within a fire lit room, Shroud this form into a mindless ear. That it may listen and know what is to be, Darkest tongue which does speak of flowing blood. Dares to defy the bonds of reality, With sticks crossed upon a dusted floor. Let this ear not croak away each shrill whisper. … More Sinister Countdown- Striga Rubeta
I am drawn to this place, Where eternal rest finds a home. Grass littered with fallen leaves, Nourished by the flesh of ages. How now does each twisting tree grow, While roots twine themselves among the dead. My peace lies here between tombstone, Among a gentle breeze that stirs thoughts. How I wish my own … More Sinister Countdown- Drawn To Silent Stone
We are waiting, waiting, waiting, For the night to end. For they are seeking, seeking, seeking, Our bodies to tear and rend. The prey is cornered, cornered, cornered, Locked behind stifled screams and tears. Ever running, running, running, From a rising tide of doom. Now silence is broken, broken, broken, With murmurs of the waking … More Sinister Countdown- Creeping Anticipation
And Open Gate When will the gate open, Between these ancient walls. So we may start this dance beneath moon, From under our vaults of stone. Where widows cried upon dried grass, And other silently wail. Our time draws near as darkness follows, The light of innocent days wanes. And before a rising blood moon, … More Sinister Countdown- An Open Gate
Hello writers and fellow creatives! Here at the Go Dog Go Cafe, we have some exciting news! From now until October 25th, we will be accepting guest … Halloween-themed Prompt Challenge (Guest Submissions)
Think of a dream with me, One of pale shapes in a rising fog. Alone do we stand upon this hill, Waiting for someone to appear. Who is forgotten to us, As lost to our minds as hidden stars above. Like the stirrings of a sickness, Does unease stick to our gut. Twisting what calm … More Sinister Countdown- Upon A Plinth
Welcome to October here on the Ink Owl. Today will start a month long Sinister Countdown to Halloween! The month will be filled with poems, short stories, and excerpts all inspired by fall and Halloween. So wherever you are reading this month, tuck in somewhere comfy with some tea and prepared to be thoroughly chilled … More A Sinister Countdown 2021
