Here come the ravens To take what is mine
Their watching eyes Waiting for the rest of me to die
Here comes the reaper That hides from the light
Still hunting for The heart that's still beating inside
For these ravens to find
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Here come the ravens To take what is mine
Their watching eyes Waiting for the rest of me to die
Here comes the reaper That hides from the light
Still hunting for The heart that's still beating inside
For these ravens to find
“I´ll have my Way!” he sputtered as he stumble across the nigthly Graveyard..
“No matter...There are many ways to further my research...”
His stare ends at a freshly hewn Tombstone, as he cackels silently into the night
Dont worry little one...
You´ll soon be able to make me Proud, and find you toys of you own...
With a final Gasp, it was over. Decades of Memory an Personality gone to the Void.
All gone.
He sighed, looked at her unliving face, his chest bursting in sudden melancholy
As he wanted to turn away, a soft gasp , rocked his Posture. Could it be?
As he turned, eyes white as winters snow met his. No breath was taken, as her dead body moved from the Silk.
Finally, his smile came back. It has worked.
Deranged....Unbalanced....Ragged Breath on the cold Earth.
The Eyes steer into the Soul, primal Knowledge about us, the true Animals at this place.
“When the red moon hangs low, the line between man and beast is blurred”
Demonic Ritual by Spellsword95
I remember days when the sun shone, and laughter could be heard from the tavern In truth I cannot tell how much time has passed since I seen the sun shine upon us....
“There is a sickness in the ancient pitted cobbles of the old road and on its writhing path you will face viciousness, violence, and perhaps other damnably transcendent terrors “
To uncover them, was only the first test...
How curious we are, until the consequences of our action dawn on us, like the evening sun...
...since now , they are aware of you.
This morning,he took the children We couldnt even pretend that we didnt notice. Grieving was short, as we know what awaited us.
We broke the contract. This is a blessing
Let us wander under the watchful gaze,for we know that being alone is an illusion, if your mind is open to greater things.
Eyes looking down on us. Do we dare to look back?
Now, as the baying of that dead, fleshless monstrosity grows louder and louder, and the stealthy whirring and flapping of those accursed web-wings circles closer and closer, I shall seek with my revolver the oblivion which is my only refuge from the unnamed and unnamable
Behold the heart of the world!
Progenitor of life, father and mother, alpha and omega! Our creator...
and our destroyer.
It is absolutely necessary, for the peace and safety of mankind, that some of earth's dark, dead corners and unplumbed depths be left alone; lest sleeping abnormalities wake to resurgent life, and blasphemously surviving nightmares squirm and splash out of their black lairs to newer and wider conquests..
I hereby solemnly swear That nevermore should I behold the blessed light of day, or scan the pleasant hills and dales of the beautiful world outside, my reason could no longer entertain the slightest unbelief. For it does not belong to me, it belongs to my and thy masters, as it always did.
Calm, lasting beauty comes only in dream, and this solace the world had thrown away when in its worship of the real it threw away the secrets of childhood and innocence.