Do not reach for the morning light, For creatures wait on dreadful fright. To rend your flesh from bones so white, They lie in wait upon this night. Hide you close beneath a cowl, And utter words while they howl. The hunt is on you hear them prowl, And wait with patience like an owl. … More Sinister Countdown- Waiting Snack
What was that, another whisper round the bend? I know I must be dreaming, walking down this empty walk in the twilight. Dark trees twist into an even more rich shade of night. A breeze warns me to turn back, but the crunching of leaves moves me on. I need to turn back. How many … More Sinister Countdown- Necromancer’s Rite
Crunching bodily underfoot, I flew between silent sobs. It is coming for me, A shadow in this deepening hour. Between the blazing rays of a dying sun, I hide myself fearing what lurks in the shadows of this night. Rustlings of fate whisper through bare limbs, If only I could fall down, down, down, To … More Sinister Countdown- Leaves’ Witness
The following tale is not for the faint of heart. It is a graphic, brutal, but true tale of a battle for our very lives! I was sprung from a deep and peaceful sleep at 430 AM to the sound of Ms. Chickchick clucking concernedly (yes I can tell the difference between my chickens’ voices) It didn’t sound … More Sinister Countdown- Creepy Crawlies
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
