We are waiting, waiting, waiting, For the night to end. For they are seeking, seeking, seeking, Our bodies to tear and rend. The prey is cornered, cornered, cornered, Locked behind stifled screams and tears. Ever running, running, running, From a rising tide of doom. Now silence is broken, broken, broken, With murmurs of the waking … More Sinister Countdown- Creeping Anticipation
And Open Gate When will the gate open, Between these ancient walls. So we may start this dance beneath moon, From under our vaults of stone. Where widows cried upon dried grass, And other silently wail. Our time draws near as darkness follows, The light of innocent days wanes. And before a rising blood moon, … More Sinister Countdown- An Open Gate
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Rabbit and a Stone Sleepy as a dropping lavender sprig, All things seem to be waiting. For what we will have to wait and see, As shadows creep among greens. Bring with them a much needed coolness, Like a mountain stream upon weary feet. Now is a time for languishing stretches, As yawns attempt to … More Betwixt Rabbit and Stone
Running am I, To an end with with a glowing door. Throw back the gloom of yester-year, And step into a brilliant space. Where I can find a new challenge, And may-haps a bit of rest. That I may enjoy this interlude, And grow my bones among good earth. Let my feet wiggle in cool … More Through a Glowing Door
Bask in this new light, On a planet swiftly tilting. Beauty awakens beneath the frost, As best burns away the sleep of winter. Let a world of green rise up, From the frozen ashes of a colder age. Take to wing insect and bird, Let fly unending songs of life again. For we are the … More What A Beginning
The air seems so much warmer as I awake, Feeling soft moss and earth beneath my form. How long has it been now, wrapped up in these secret places? I’m starting to forget what brought me here. In this natural cleft between rock and bare branches, I remember long rested ailments and fading woe. Has … More Colors of Winter
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
The Ink Owl 