Gratitude Haiku 3
Moments that press on, Reminding eyes of dark times, Clarity takes time. -M.E. InkOwl
Moments that press on, Reminding eyes of dark times, Clarity takes time. -M.E. InkOwl
Amber leaves crumble, Cool breezes clouds floating by, Crisp edges changing. -M.E. InkOwl
Listen to understand, Words gentle with open heart, Unconditional. -M.E. InkOwl
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
Whiskers upon a midnight cat, Twitch in knowing thought. Lights dim upon each window sill, And flesh tries to hide. Arching back, gouging claws, A hiss reaching end to end. All grows still a locked latches lift, And a shadow invites itself in. -M.E. InkOwl
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
meat torn from breathing flesh, ripens this death unexpected smell the dark blood flow, a beast most wicked awakens now, to scream upon a rising moon flee this scene with symbols written, and forget the safety of daylight night has fallen upon you, with marked sinew and claws reaching so long farewell one who has … More Sinister Countdown- Witch’s Curse
Alone upon this rock so twisting, Do I hear endless nothing hissing. Blinding light fades between each star, Dancing gas giants eclipse a heart. Spinning away with horrific flight, Crushing weight between the blight. Hundreds sleep in rotting capsules, Like worm-hidden innocent glossy apples. Hush now wait we’re not alone, Somethings attaching to our hull. … More Sinister Countdown- Isolation
Scream loud between these wandering trees, And grind teeth against twig and stone. With eyes that see upon twisting planes, A devious mind does grow. Horns that twist channeled deep with dark veins, And a mouth that has many a voice. A vassal am I for whomever to use, With blood that begs to feed. … More Sinister Countdown- Striga Capella
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