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
Call upon the rending teeth, Curved as sickled scythe sweet. With twisting claw and gnawing bite, Halt the coming dawns’ first light. Upon this hour we witches sing, To raise sinew round bones again. Hunt our quarry once upon this our, And feast upon fears so sour. With a moon of blood newly risen, Set … More Sinister Countdown- Silent One
“This isn’t happening,” Sam said in disbelief, “it’s impossible!” “Shut up, Sam- someone shut him up.” Andrew his as he turned to look back down the path. “Did you see it too?” said the third member of their party as the four men crouched in the underbrush. Chris brushed his long brown hair out of … More Sinister Countdown- A Moot
Up these steps and to the door, Twist the chain and wash the floor. Listen for the coming grumble, From the lies that soon will crumble. Truth that hides in the waiting dark, Secretly begs for freedom’s lark. Never will they find the words, As haunted eyes fill with hope stirred. Quick as shadow slick … More Sinister Countdown- Burning Secret
Do you see me hiding here, In the innocent light of day? Creeping silent as a shadow, On a cloud strewn sky. Never looked for, Rarely suspected. But always to be feared. Soft as whispers, Quick as razors. Let me sink into your calm, And disrupt your daily procedures. Feel the question, Tugging at you. … More Sinister Countdown- Waiting
Snake these chains round foot and stone, Steal this form from life and home. Know the secret thicker than pitch, Ignite the truth with ridged stitch. Close both eyes and whispering mouth, Follow geese lines to the wandering south. Beneath twisting claws and digging root, Burry this pleading, lying brute. Now face the East, … More Sinister Countdown- Chains
I spy a raven bare, With wings of thunderhead black. Upon a road of solid bone, A dragon lays its treasure rare. Move past the scale and fire bright, Into the darkest parts of night. Breathe into our bodies long rotten, A life and curse long forgotten. -M.E. InkOwl This is the Sinister Countdown. … More Sinister Countdown- Raven’s Boone
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
Hiss upon a night quite eerie, When the sun has set far into the west. Call upon the dust of ages, And forget the woes of yester-year. Beyond your bone lies a deadly secret, One that preys upon our growing weakness. If only we’d known better, Maybe we would have listened more. We were so … More Sinister Countdown- Knowledge
Hint to me your treasures dear, Upon this October sky. When light bends through a darkening lens, Only the soothsayer may divine. Grasp this thread and hold it tight, As the sun dips low beneath the world. And watch as fire and water so deep, Part before us now revealing a doorway beyond. We walk … More Sinister Countdown- October Skies
