I wish I could remember, The feeling of rain upon my skin and brow. Or a cool breeze wrapping around my body, As gooseflesh ran up and now my arms. Yes I wish I were still living, Looking down upon this crumbling stone. Perhaps I’d walk away and find my family, Tucking in to their … More Sinister Countdown- Why Remember
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
“Don’t you hear that, Lessa? It’s coming from over there!” Lessa watched as her brother disappeared around the edge of the ravine. Gone were the sounds of the busy highway at their backs, it was just Lessa and her brother, Roan. “Roan, don’t run ahead too far!” she called, “remember we can’t get too muddy … More Sinister Countdown- The Ravine
Lean with me upon this tomb, And listen to the silence that follows. Darkness creeps across closed eyes, Igniting dreams beyond these stones. Feel the weight of naked bones, Pressing ages isn’t cool rich earth. Find refuge between marked ground and stone, As you exist within the pressing silence. A field of whispered secrets surround, … More Sinister Countdown- Upon This Tomb
Listen close and hear our song, We call from long awaited ponds. To pull you down into the black, Never to be seen nor to call back. We’ll feast upon your deepest fears, Forever singing in your now forgotten ears. -M.E. InkOwl
I thought of rest before I slept, Among such bones so deep, Where little light tarried and roots dove deep. But now I wake before the dawn, And wonder what has become of these beloved bonds, That kept me still and let me rest beneath the waking world. A light was shown upon my grave, … More Sinister Countdown- Necromantic’s Beware
Hello all! Welcome to October here on the InkOwl! This happens to be my favorite time of the year. Seasons changing, life gilded in gold and fire. Despite what has befallen our lives I am determined to keep the spirit of October alive through my writing. That being said, good readers/followers fair warning. This is … More October On the InkOwl
Drift on through the setting rays, With purple smell upon your wings. Open wide those shuttered doors, Let in the jasmine so calm and serene. -M.E. InkOwl
Berate not these budding things, That do not have eyes to see or ears to hear your nonsensical notions. Remember that small minds speak loudest in fear, And that wisdom comes to those who lay at the foot of the mount and listen. Our world is calling to us, Can you hear her familiar thrums? … More Learning from Without
Write. Drag pen across paper, Decisively mark a first step, Onto an empty road. Breathe in a moment, Feel what is, And do what comes naturally. Write. As the world sighs beyond that open window. Write. As line of flame dancing up a dry twig’s back. Write. As moths flutter above your flickering light of … More Write From Within
