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A Strangling Silence

How silent now, these pretty streets. The bells no longer ring, for weddings nor for funerals. No children’s chorus sings. The bodies rot in sun and wind. The blood has long since dried. The scavengers have had their fill. For decades, no one’s cried. Their open eyes long plucked away, their stilled tongues taken too. No youthful knees to bend in prayer, and pale skins tinged with…

#darkfantasy #poetry

A Song of Starshine

In this lonely field I hear her as the last of twilight falls in the chilly air of mountains sounds the loveliest of calls. No, I don’t know where it comes from, I just hear the lady sing, and the starlight starts to shine above the ancient mountains’ ring. And the first notes sound the loneliest, and far afield, and sad, but as the stars begin to shine, a cheerful shift to glad. No moon…

#love

Lilac Lane

Many have lived here through the years, marking centuries of generations, making obscene amounts of wealth. And there were times such as now, when evening clouds harvest the shadows from the ground, and blood runs in red rivulets between the well laid stones. You wouldn’t know this to look at it. The lamps provide solace and comfort from the gloom, but when the fiends accost you their…

#Blogging 101 #darkfantasy #death #poetry #soul

A Nightmare's Embrace

Sliding over your body, this soiled, reluctant lover presses its red mouth to your forehead, and slips its tongue into your mind. Your body goes stiff as the weight of nothing there presses you down into the soft mattress, for now, soil’s substitute. Tonight, dear one, no soft clang of shovels in earth, no clatter of sod on the casket lid. There is only the weight of nothing…

#darkfantasy #love #nightmares #sleep

Love's Last Pyre

And in the ever-growing distance, the last husk of love lays beneath a glaze of frost. The fire burned long, but slow. In time, it smoldered, with ribbons of fire still lacing the entrails, still bright against the night sky. The fragrance turned to stench, but the winds of autumn cleared the air. In time, I stopped turning back to look. In time, I stopped searching. In time, I became…

Hollow Spirits

These temple steps, once bright and festive, let the best of us ascend to dwell with our gods. Then came others from different temples, with weapons in hand, curses in their throats, and blood on their minds. In the midst of the last festival, we were slaughtered lambs. All the colorful robes, gowns, and masks… stained with blood and smeared with the gore of broken skulls. The songs…

Roses of Wisdom and Regret

And at the end, and in his solitude, he held the last one in his sadness long lived. gnarled old hands. His dues long paid, One rose, red as blood, bright as anger. The others by his side? Useless, pointless, unshared wisdom, not even given the option inside. to go unheeded. The clouds gathered overhead, and within his mind, and shrouded his heart. He waited for the falling…

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#choices #death #decisions #life #reflection

Bare Shelter

Alone on the platform she stood. No luggage No baggage Nobody running to someplace. The wind found her, and passed her by. The rain, so close, like tears and dear departed, never touched her. The shelter was bare, and no light would soon come, but on that lonely night her heart so full, so restless, so free would not let her stay.

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Bare Shelter

Alone on the platform she stood. No luggage No baggage Nobody Running to someplace. The wind found her, and passed her by. The rain, so close, like tears and dear departed, never touched her. The shelter was bare, and no light would soon come, but on that lonely night her heart so full, so restless, so free would not let her stay.

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#connection #faith #love

The Ashes of Spring

The decades pass, the seasons change. I pass beneath the trees, stripped bare at the moment, the bark and branches at final shade of a deathly brown, with whatever creatures burrow inside. It’s of a piece, and I’m at peace, despite the wars I fought. I did my part, carried my weight, rallied my spiritual troops in the cold and dark, getting up to push back against setback. But the…

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The Harbor Master's Shadow

Even now, some have said when they come to see what happened, they can hear his footsteps.Those who come at night have claimed to see the candlelight in the window of his shed. Other times, he can be heard speaking to the captains of the ships he boards. Yet no one has ever seen what he looks like, though a man’s shadow appears in the light, on the wood of the pier, and in the…

Freedom Bridge

Chapter 8: A Small Victory As the weeks passed, they fell into a routine that began to incrementally, almost imperceptibly altered to where Roland’s physical decline over the stress of his schedule began to get passed on to Crystal. Assurances that she’d be all right after he left rang hollow. If anything, she fought to keep the panic down so she could concentrate on the task at…

Lenore's Raven

Lenore’s a raven of her own that no one’s seen or heard. She comes in midnight’s waning hours but will not speak a word. And yet Lenore inclines her ear to hear within its mind what so disturbs the bird to seek her presence for its kind. I wonder what it tells her in the room of sunny light, when all its ebon pinions seem more suited to the night… “Your cousin mourns ‘the lost…

#Blogging 101 #darkfantasy #homage #Poe #poetry

Such Music

Such Music Chapter 1: Prelude Such music, after all this time. I watched from the shadows as the orchestra played, and remembered the first day I saw the composer at his desk, writing by candlelight far into the night, hearing the scratch of his quill, noting the painstaking furrow of concentration as he filled his pages with the sounds in his head. Indeed, the…

#creative #muse #music #mythology

The Ferryman's Choice

The river reeked, even though the water ran through cavernous tunnels with a degree of force. The unknown, ugly creatures that inhabited its scarlet turbulence had grown used to the boat skimming above them. His cowled robe was tattered, ripped, and filthy from the flesh corrupting, healing, and tearing anew on his bones. The stench of his new sores wafted on thick, warm breezes…

#Dark Fantasy #Mythology #Short story

Black Calliope

Orphaned and abused, Eric and his little sister Diane decided to run away when (once again) the foster family opened the doors to their rooms and helped themselves. In the aftermath, sore and wrathful, Eric came up with a plan. That night, as the foster family slept, they did everything right. When they left, they took the knives with them. The winter night was foggy when Eric…

#death #family #flash fiction #horror #magic

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