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
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
The road stretched before our car, thumping under all four tires. All around us desert and mountains stretched for miles. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” I thought and loved it. This was my favorite part of our family road trip. It meant that we had finally left our home state and were now plunging headlong into a new … More On The Road
There’s someone stirring by my side, I feel it against my skin. Drip, drip, tap. Drip, drip, tap. A hint of humidity settles in the filtered air, I can taste it. It sounds like it’s coming through the walls. At least I think there are walls, it’s all a fuzzy black. Except for that sound, … More By My Bedside
Touch not the dark knit mask, the light of life shall leave you. A broken husk, your form will be, withering to dusk. You seek unending knowledge for the road you wish to walk. But I know what lies within your heart, a blackness and a rot. For all of us, fall short it seems, … More Of Masks Within
Call me forth from sands unbound, The Vagabond has found its victim. ‘Neath wooden plank and rotten weed, Hide body freshly dying. With gulls circling ’round, and crabs a climbing, Protect that which should not have happened. For innocent eyes did see true crimes, Of passion and anger grew deadly acts. Till life left limb … More Watched By The Gulls
We take these cups of woven bone, And shake them round these monuments. With blackness in our other hand, we disturb the sleeping dead. Get you up! Oh rotten corpse, Our work for you has come! Forget the rest so easily earned, as your body laid down its head. Feel the ground cleave and crumble … More Quintus Naeniam
I stood there, a silent witness, as a form was pulled from the car. They struggled against mute captors, pushing through the grasses. At the age of twelve, what are you suppose to do? They were all adults, and adults are never in the wrong. “Matthew,” my mother had said only an hour ago, holding … More Silent Witness
“Jack. . . Jaaaaaack.” Voices whisper from the walls as I walk down a cold hall. I’m there again, in the dark, in the snow. Words came from behind me, “All work and no play, makes a dull boy, Jack.” “Hello?” I call out, knowing whoever it is, is just out of sight. The walls … More Someone’s Haunting Me
The Ink Owl 