Demons
Facing What Lurks Below Your Feet
It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves remote in pale blue starlight Crash on a white sand shore. It is moonlight. The garden is silent. I stand in my room alone. Across my wall, from the far-off moon, A rain of fire is thrown. There are houses hanging above the stars, And stars hung under the sea, And a wind from the long blue vault of time Waves my curtains for me. I wait in the dark once more, swung between space and space: Before the mirror I lift my hands And face my remembered face. Originally posted 2011-08-06 18:16:18. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Read MoreDon’t Mind The Watcher – He Only Wanted Your Teddy Bear
Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is. Originally posted 2011-07-25 21:46:20. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Read MoreSomething Wicked This Way Comes
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes Originally posted 2011-08-05 18:11:05. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Read MoreThe Evil You Least Expect
The child’s laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown. Originally posted 2011-07-23 22:18:40. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Read MoreThings That Bite In The Dark
Til shade is gone, til water is gone Into the shadow with teeth bared Screaming defiance with the last breath Originally posted 2011-08-03 21:02:12. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Read MorePictures Of Horror [VIDEO]
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