So often had Sally wondered, Upon the trunk beneath the tree. Too afraid to ask her grandmother, What treasures laid nestled deep within. It had sat there for weeks and weeks, Collecting dirt, water, and her attention. Both night and day with silver lines gleaming, It made young Sally’s mind run reeling. So she had … More Sinister Countdown- Locked Up Secrets
Up these steps and to the door, Twist the chain and wash the floor. Listen for the coming grumble, From the lies that soon will crumble. Truth that hides in the waiting dark, Secretly begs for freedom’s lark. Never will they find the words, As haunted eyes fill with hope stirred. Quick as shadow slick … More Sinister Countdown- Burning Secret
Reaching a hand out, I feel the fear in my finger tips. But the desire to do drove me forward. How long had I looked at this door, wishing I knew what lay behind it. Would a secret world lay beyond it?
Revenge will return, I have foreseen it. Draped in robes of mortality. I do not fear the end of my torment. But to wait an eternity in my guilt, That is the hell from which She was spawned. -M.E. InkOwl
I am a martyr in my innocence, Executed by a memory sincere. You knew I would have remained loyal, To the end, we would have gone. Except I saw more than you ever wished me to see. So now my spirit hangs forlorn and lost, Among trees never meant to grow old. Until one day, … More Bones of A Martyr
Sadness it was, with a touch of dew, That wreath your head in gray crowns. Silence of forgotten sounds echoed. Deep within the wood unyielding, We’re soul runs from mortal flesh. Lies and secrets long held close, Whispering of the end. -M.E. InkOwl