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
Dance around these stones quite gray, Call upon the end of day. Bury deep the light sublime, To grow back our tenacious vine. Black on black our souls do wear, Tangled about with lively hair. Laughter bursts to draw saints in, Down wicked steps and paths of sin. Now it’s time for our mischievous fun, … More Sinister Countdown: The Witch’s Thumb
“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
Breath deep our wisdom, Scratch long each bone. Break rotten flesh apart. Rise high fair moon, Dip low foul sun, Draw out the earth between then. Rattle each rock, Hiss long our breath. This night unfolds our spell. -M.E. InkOwl
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
The Ink Owl 