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
“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
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
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
Paul shivered at the angels blank face, its white worn eyes seeming to drink him in. “How long do we have to wait?” He asked, punching Ruben in the arm, “You said she’d come at dusk.” Ruben suck air between clenched teeth and looked around. “Quiet, or you’ll scare her away!” “Is she even coming?” … More The Grave Dancer
Joseph Old soul on the sea, Face of a thousand mirrors, True feelings hide deep. M.E. InkOwl
Paul Mind of the North Star, Will not stop until set right, What choice do you have. -M.E. InkOwl
Leslie Sensibility, Knows the unexpected call, Don’t be fooled by looks. -M.E. InkOwl
Mira Heard the raven’s call, A forgotten oracle, With a grain of salt. -M.E. InkOwl
The Ink Owl 