Had I known I would have come, These ears were made to listen, This heart was made to love, They were made by you both, But when storms roll in, It is easy to loose what was, And those shore so familiar, Are lost entirely. I’m still standing on those shore, With feet dug in … More Love and Loss- Storms
We’ve danced our last jig, While devils have prowled round, Moon has waxed and waned, Blood has sung in mortal ears, And fear walks through human forms. Tales have been spun that generations will speak of, While darkness gathers each night to remember, Through rock and soil beneath bent trees, Each story has wound its … More Sinister Countdown- Farewell For Now
Ghouls are restless prowling each wall, Specters range from hillock to hillock. A yew tree bends with its partners, As darkness settles in. Bird song drops away in waves, As creaks and groans of wakeful dead rise. Here between standing stone, No mortal dare lies. Black cats scatter and iron angels weep, While a heavy … More Sinister Countdown- Wakeful Dead
Let the final stake be laid, Pointing five points to each rising mound. Ground cracks and thunder peels, As we five messengers fill a final circle. Though heaven may pour out tranquility, Our mission is that of infernal devices. Quick before the rising sun catches us, Candles flicker and blood drips. Our final hours are … More Sinister Countdown- A Final Circle
Broken nails scrape stone, Blood will follow you to an end, You’ve opened the door. -M.E. InkOwl
Upon an empty lane, A row of Cyprus trees burn. Wails in the distance echo from crumbling stone, An unseen sea rolls just beyond sight. Where have all the people gone, Hiding their trouble souls in eternal pools. They have all gone, Fleeing before a tidal wave of darkness. Bonds were breached and titans now … More Sinister Countdown- An End
Twist and bend each bone, Feel your spine compress and grind, It will feel you scream. -M.E. InkOwl
Mud gurgles on skin, I watched you fling shadows deep, You can’t hide from this. -M.E. InkOwl
Delicious pieces roast, Unwitting accomplice nods, Let the feast take hold. -M.E. InkOwl
Run fast as you can, Nothing will hide you from me, My blood will find you. -M.E. InkOwl
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