Forget me not upon this shining green, Listen close for my words so lean. You’ve beaten me back into the gloom, And staved off impending doom. But I will wait beneath each wood, Growing deep like poisoned wounds. Waiting coiled round each mistake, My time will come like striking snakes. You’ll never be rid of … More Sinister Countdown- Promises Keep
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
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
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 rains have subsided now. In the heavens clouds break apart revealing a deep azure sky. My eyes reflect azure as rough hands rip me from my garden. Down the main street with hands bound in thick iron cuffs I stride. To either side of me a faceless community watches. “Curse thee, wicked woman!” Cries a broken hag. Her teeth crooked … More Sinister Countdown-Caught
Let the blight and rot come forth, Beneath this Yew Wood deep. We bring forth a pestilence and plague, With our hands so keen. For now as we gather strength, Our quarry rears it’s head. Cover them with torment unending, as the sickness seeps in deep. For we will prevail in our dark pursuits, We … More Sinister Countdown- Carmine Octavo
Bells tolled in the twilight their cracked and aged mounting protesting with shrieks unheard above the clamoring din. “Hurry child they won’t be long! You’ve got to flee from this home!” Aunt Harriett’s face was flushed with panic as she pulled Cher’s from the icebox and wrapped a warm loaf into Meredith’s bag. “But Aunt, … More Sinister Countdown- Witch Daughter’s Flight
“Careful there, young master!” Crooned a voice issuing from a throat harsh with age. The very air shivered at the sound. Martin shook sandy blond curls from an apple-cheeked face as he stopped on the muddy lane. The young boy turned around, looking back down the rain-soaked pathway. There, limping between wagon ruts that ran deep … More Sinister Countdown- Grandmother Agnes
Sometimes I feel you watching over my shoulder. I hear your breath in my ear, as near as if you were next to me. I cannot close my eyes for fear of opening them and seeing your reaching arms. You’re dead, you’ve been this way for too long. And I can’t stop thinking you’re right … More Sinister Countdown- Watcher
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 … More Sinister Countdown- Witch’s Curse
Reviews of Vintage Science Fiction (1945-1985)
Book Reviews and Short Stories
The Art of the Timeless Tale
Dark Hearts | Dark Tales
Poet. Educator. Horror Blogger.
Inspiration and Spirituality **Award Free**
Supporting Indie Authors
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words...
Fantasy, Poetry, fiction
Orbiting distant worlds to bring their stories to you.
The written word will never be the same...
My Journey on the Lonely Road to Deaf Acceptance
Thoughts on the Creative Process by ARHuelsenbeck
BLIND WILDERNESS
Poetry and prose for children and grown ups.
Trials and triumphs of writing, finding an agent, and publication.
Writer.Artist.Creative.
Fragments of a Curious Mind
The Ink Owl 