Scream loud between these wandering trees, And grind teeth against twig and stone. With eyes that see upon twisting planes, A devious mind does grow. Horns that twist channeled deep with dark veins, And a mouth that has many a voice. A vassal am I for whomever to use, With blood that begs to feed. … More Sinister Countdown- Striga Capella
Chip, crack, crash. We break the ice, jagged and clear. Washing our hands from blood through the years. Chip, crack, crash. Our work here will never be done. Eternal frost and broken bones. Chip, crack, crash. We are buried beneath an unending load. Backs bent, skin slick with sweat and liquid ice. Chip, crack, crash. … More Sinister Countdown- Chip, Crack, Crash
You said you’d never forget me, That our love was a thing that would last. I believed you, with all my heart, never thinking of the emptiness you left in my head. I was yours, you were mine and we both new it was true. But then you grew cold, far colder than I could … More Sinister Countdown- Buried Regrets
Light the fire, flint upon wick, Trick the monkey’s eyes a pinch. Stretch the bones and let blood dry, For now, we start our counting. Renew the circle and bring forth the wine, Taste more the darkness within us. For now, we start a counting. ‘Tis moon so full, and sky so shadowed, Before the … More Sinister Countdown- Primus Carmen
They speak so soft of the Yew Wood, Where one can find lost solace. Beyond a low wall of tended stone, They stand to witness our sorrow. Frames so bent beneath their load, They kiss you with their rain. Washing away your deepest hurts, And witnessing your soul bear all. Upon their roots rests hallowed … More Sinister Countdown- Yew Wood
Soft curtains drive side to side, As bodies unseen glide on by. Never once do they speak this night, Drifting along, just out of sight. Tonight they change their silent keen, As my ears fill with a buzzing dream. Is the room empty, should I go check, Did someone decide they wanted to come back? … More Sinister Countdown-Whispers In The Night
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
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
Paul shivered at the angels blank face, its white worn eyes seeming to drink him in. “How long do we have to wait?” He asked, punching Ruben in the arm, “You said she’d come at dusk.” Ruben suck air between clenched teeth and looked around. “Quiet, or you’ll scare her away!” “Is she even coming?” … More The Grave Dancer
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
The Ink Owl 