The Haunted Realm

[Darkness]

"This is my world. I have been pondering where to put this post. It was a toss up between the Art Thread, or this section, since it's a bit of both. The following is a link to my other section in another forum. I hope you enjoy it, as well."

http://www.landawe.info/forum/index.php

"I do a variety of Poems, Short Stories and Random Strangeness. If the first one doesn't seem your thing, read on. Both my subject matter and style tend to change with my moods. I hope you enjoy your stroll through my realm of insanity, as much as I enjoyed creating it." :)

[Darkness]

"I thought you might like a sample of something I've done, so here is a short story I wrote a long time ago. I hope you like it."

"The Knock"
'By Darkness'

The lightening crackled on the horizon, casting an eerie glow through the windows of the library in which he sits. There, by the candle’s light and the fire’s blaze he reads, book after book, of the haunting folklore which envelops this wooded valley. Hounds, hell-spawned and blood thirsty, so black the cloak of night renders them invisible. Even under the full moon they are only shadows. Their eyes shine, like red hot coals, stabbing the darkness. Their insatiable appetite for terror knows no master, save the Devil himself. No one is safe in the forest at night, and few are safe in the daylight.

Suddenly, rising from somewhere deep in the storm, a piercing howl invades his ears. Hushed, like a memory from a forgotten dream. Shaking it off, he returns to his research. After turning a few pages, there on the next one, is the only known sketch of the beasts. Drawn by the dying hand of the longest surviving victim. The sun had shown bright that day, the detail is perfect. He lifts the book, to carry it to the fireplace, for a better look. From between the last few pages a piece of parchment falls to the floor. Without missing a step, he picks it up and continues to a chair by the hearth. Once seated, he turns his attention to the writing on the parchment, instead of the book. The note is in a sanscrit unfamiliar to him, but some of the words have been translated already. Among the sentences in English, two partial ones catch his eye, ‘….the hounds that haunt…..’ and ‘…Only one path to their destruction.’ Placing the book and parchment on the stones of the hearth, he gets up and crosses the room, to one of the many bookshelves that line the walls.

As he stands there, scanning over the titles for one on sanscrits, a baleful howl fractures the stillness. So like the first, yet louder and much closer. This is trailed by a wail that shivers the soul. That of a mortal, who has just seen the approaching face of death. He trembles for the nearness of it all, wondering whether he should have built a great wall around his Keep, as the villagers had warned him to do.

Another howl comes. This one vibrates off the outer stone walls, lingering for awhile within. Before the echoes can die, three booming knocks ring out, from the huge oak door on the far side of the castle. At first he is unable to move, his feet frozen to the ground by a shock-wave of reality. This doesn’t last, and soon he is running down halls, past rooms, seeking the shortest route through this massive home. Mid-stride he stops cold, for the howls have returned, followed almost immediately, by three desperate, heavy, knocks, falling faster than the first. Split-seconds pass, and then he hears a wail that rattles the metal and shakes the crystal. The knocks, howls and screams become so simultaneous that they begin to fuse into one terrifying sound. Fighting the urge to turn tail, he commences running, only a slight more hesitant. When he enters the main hall, that ends in the door which is his goal, the clamor is at such a volume he has to cover his ears, or scream in pain himself.

The seconds it takes him, to complete the distance, could well have been an hour, he would have not have known the difference. He moves a trembling hand towards the latch as three knocks explode throughout the castle, reluctantly paused, each having the time to echo. Then comes a silence tainted with an air of death. The only sound to follow is that of the claws and pads of the hounds, brushing the porch stones as they leave. A grandfather clock ticks the moments away as he tarries there, frozen like a statue, his hand still raised half-way between his side and the door. His hand completes the journey so slowly that he is hardly aware of it. The cold solidity of the brass handle is enough to stir his senses out of the fog of fear. Momentarily numb, he opens the door. Midnight looms beyond it. As if compelled, haltingly, he looks down. A mute scream sticks in his throat like a bad piece of gristle. For there at his feet lays a hideous puddle of blood and bones that only moments before was a man.

As he turns slowly back into his castle, and closes the door behind him, he knows that tomorrow he will start making the plans for a great wall.

~Finis~

[Darkness]

:roll: "By the way, you guys are welcome to post comments, you know." ;-)

[Darkness]

"Why did I post this here for all to see? I'm looking for a local production company to put me to work. I make costumes, masks, props, backdrops, write stories, some script work. I have done some bit acting stuff, but mostly I want to create the illusion, not star in it. So go ahead, take a look at the examples of stuff I've made and written. If you know anyone who might be interested in putting my craft skills to work please let me know."

[Darkness]

:) "Here's that link I promised to re-post here, along with a few others. The first one is for Custom Signitures, like the flaming one at the bottom of my posts. The other three are just random avatars, gifs, and other strange stuff you can have fun with. Enjoy." :)

http://flamingtext.com/start.html#

http://www.wtv-zone.com/Spider/index.html
http://www.uselessgraphics.com/
http://www.melodief.com/animations/animations.htm

[Darkness]

:roll: *Darkness sits on her throne in the corner and waits for comments.* :roll:

[Pain]

The Knock was an enjoyable read:)

[Darkness]

:) "Thank you, Pain. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I originally intended it for the Alfred Hitchcock Magazine, but I think they stopped publishing."

"I have a few more. Do you think it would be alright to post them here as well?" :)

[Pain]

I'm sure there are othe magazines out there you could send stuff to?

[Darkness]

:) "Well, if you hear of any let me know. In the mean time I'll go dig up some more stories. I do poetry as well." :)

[Pain]

Bring it on:)

Maybe you'll find something on this thread that will help

http://www.allthingszombie.com/forums/showthread.php?t=8328

[Darkness]

"Here's an example of my poetry. Tell me what you think."

"The Haunted Realm"
'By Darkness'

"Come sit close, my tender child,
And heed the tale I tell.
About a dark, forbidden, realm
Where 'Terror's' visions dwell.

Beware, youngling, of the mist that weeps,
And the earth that sighs in pain.
Shun the path where the 'Banshee' walks,
And 'Nightshade' blooms with the 'Bane'.

Walk not among the twisted trees,
Where the 'Robins' dare not sing.
Where only the chill of 'Winter' is felt,
And never the warmth of 'Spring'.

For that is where the 'Siren's Song'
Calls to the lost and alone.
Where the 'Dark Fays' dance in the shadows,
To the music's hypnotic tone.
Where the 'Spirits of the Ancients'
Wander through your mind,
Freeing all of the nightmares,
That they chance to find.

Abandoned gravestones, cracked and worn,
Half hidden by the haze,
Stand as the only markers, on
The pathways, through this maze.
The travelers who dare to sleep,
Within forbidden glades,
Will never waken, to the dawn,
For now they walk as 'Shades'.

So heed these words, my little one,
And things will be alright.
Do not tarry on the road
Past the fading light.

Remember, never quench your thirst
With water from it's streams.
For your will be forever cursed,
With deeply haunted dreams.

And do not feed upon the fruit,
That grows from withered tree.
It's juices cause deep madness,
From which your never free.
Do not rest upon it's grass,
For many ghostly hands
Will reach out, from it's buried roots,
And steal you to their lands.

Come right home, before sunset,
And always say a prayer.
Lest some 'Shadow' follows you,
To snatch you, unaware."

[Pain]

Hey, that was pretty good, I mean I'm no authority on poetry but I know what i don't like and what i do, and that was good

[Nemesis]

Damn, thats some real shit! http://www.allthingszombie.com/forums/images/smilies/clap.gif

[Darkness]

:hug: "Wow! Thanks, guys!! I'm glad you like it."

"And welcome to my little world of strangeness, Nemesis! Glad to have you here." :)

[Darkness]

"Here's one I wrote for some friends in another forum. It's not quite as dark, but I hope you like it anyway."

"The Lost"
'By Darkness'

"Deep in the woods lived a young elf. Her home was a large maple, on the edge of a pond.

Every dawn she would walk to the shore of the pond, and kneel down in the grass that grew along the edge. There she would pray to the water elves to show her a vision of where she belonged. Every morning her answer was the same. Her own reflection in the still waters.

One fall morning, when she walked to the water's edge as usual, something was different. Half hidden, in some tall grass, was a small still form. Upon closer viewing, she found it to be a wounded snake. She could not stand to see any creature suffer, not even one such as this, so she gently picked it up and took it to her home in the tree. For the next week she did not walk to the lake in the morning. Instead she spent her waking hours tending to her patient.

The day came when the creature was well enough to be returned to the forest, but the young elf was reluctant to let it go. Finally she sighed and set it free. Time passed and Fall turned to Winter and then to Summer again.

One warm afternoon, she was out in the deeper half of the woods, collecting herbs for tea. Suddenly a huge bear rushed her from a hidden den. She tried to turn and run but was not quick enough. Just as the bear was about to bring down his big claws on the young elf's head it suddenly bellowed, in pain, and stumbled off. As the elf was getting to her feet, she noticed the same snake she helped that past fall. He was lying still as death, half in, half out of the footprint of the bear. The elf went and sat by the dying snake and began to cry.

"He saved my life. Now he lies near death and there is nothing I can do. I would trade him places if I could."

She sat and cried a bit more. Suddenly a gentle male voice whispered in her ear.

"Would you truly give your life for this lowly creature? You, who are of the fine bloodline of Fey? Why?"

"No creature is so lowly that they do not deserve compassion."

"If you truly feel this way, hold the creature to your breast and I will grant your wish."

Without hesitation, the elf picked up the snake and hugged it tightly to her chest and wept. A warm glow spread out from the body of the snake and became a bright light. The young elf braced herself for death, and then everything went black.

When she came to an elderly male elf was kneeling over her. She asked him what became of the snake. His reply came as a shock.

"I was the snake. I am Grugach, Lord of all Wood Elves, and I have finally found you, my daughter. You were lost in a storm as a mere child. Your mother believed you dead but I refused to give up."

"This cannot be. How are you so sure it is me you seek?"

"Only one of such royal blood would give their life for another, no matter how small. I have been testing young elves for many years. You are the first to pass."

She replies hesitantly,

"Father?"

"Yes my child?"

"Can we go home now?"

"Yes, my child."

[Darkness]

"Maybe that one wasn't quite your cup of tea. Here's another one you might like better."

"The Tree Of Souls"
'By Darkness'

"A lightening flash splits the sky, high-lighting a lone figure, standing on a tall crag. Her name is Black Rose, but the world of the Fey knows her as 'The Soul Stealer'. Her long raven hair dances on the wind, like a living black veil. Only the tops of her peaked, tapered, ears show above her dark hair. Like two small white horns. Her skin is ghostly white in contrast to the long, wispy, black dress that drapes her body. Lithe and tall, she stands there, like a statue. Her large elven eyes shine darkly, as she searches the valley below.

Beside her towers an old twisted, tree. It's branches barren. It's form twines toward the sky like a serpent. The grass that grows around it is gnarled and dry. Its bark is riddled with knots and burls, like a hundred trapped faces staring out. She reaches out to caress a large knot in the trunk of the tree. She picks up the blood red cloak, lying on the ground at her feet, and drapes it around her shoulders. Grinning evilly, she then turns and starts down the hill.

The clouds break, to show a full moon, as she enters the village below. It's a quiet night. The streets are bare of traffic. The Inns and Shops are locked and boarded for the night. Here and there a shuttered window shines, with candle light, around it's edges. She turns down a side street and follows it to the docks. As she approaches she can hear the sounds of people. She smiles. Here the streets are ill lit and twisted, as are most of those who live among them. She dons the hood of her cloak, pulling it forward, to hide her features and continues.

Down at the end of an alleyway she finds what she seeks. A small pub, barely lit with just a handful of drunks, half passed-out at their tables. She enters and strolls up to the bar. She places a single silver coin on the bartop.

"A pint of Ale."

The Barkeep pours her a stein and picks up the coin. She takes the drink and crosses to a table, in a shadowed corner. She sits with her back to the wall, studying the faces around her. One sits alone. This catches her attention. As time wears on, one by one, the patrons leave, till only the one lone drinker remains. Soon he leaves as well and she follows him out into the night.

Outside the Pub she follows him down the street. His staggering walk reflects the level of his intoxication. A few blocks later he turns down a side alley. She silently keeps pace with him. He stumbles around the clutter, in the path, left by the days crowds. Near the end he turns into a dark foyer and starts digging for his key.

She approaches him without a sound. Just as he is about to slide his key into the lock, she steps into the foyer. She blocks what little is left of light. He turns suddenly, dropping his key into the darkness at their feet. She grins at the look of fear on his face. She gestures for him to continue inside. As if tranced, he leans down to pick up his keys and continues unlocking his door. She follows him into the blackness of the room inside.

She bids him light the lamp. He blindly obeys. He looks up to find her standing a shadows width away from him. Her dark eyes lock with his. He cannot turn away from her gaze. He stutters a question at her.

"W-w-who are you?"

"Does it matter?"

"Why are you here?"

She does not answer. She, instead, leans in and kisses him. That is the last thing he remembers. He trails her out the door, void of all self-will. She leads him along the outskirts of town, towards her home by the twisted tree.

As they reach the grassy trail, that leads towards the crag, the storm clouds start to build. He feels no cold, as the chilled winds blow around his form. He does not blink when a bright flash of lightening blazes across the sky. He is unaware of the wet grass soaking his leather boots. He walks, one foot in front of the other, his only conscience thought is of her. As they approach the crag, she leads him to a cave entrance at its base. The narrow tunnel inside is dark and twisted. She navigates it with ease, for this is her home."

[Darkness]

"She turns down a smaller tunnel that soon ends in a stone door. She whispers a word under her breath and it opens. As they walk into the huge cavern within, torches spring to life. The ceiling is laced with the root tips of the huge tree above. Creatures stir in the shadowed nooks all along the rocky walls. Scattered, here and there, are huge webs, homes of the guardians of the cave. In the center is a tall dais, draped with black satin and covered with strange symbols.

She saunders towards this and he follows her, as he has done since that first kiss. She steps up onto the dais and beckons for him to join her. He does as asked, like a stringless puppet obeying an invisible master. In the center of the platform lays a large black pillow, void of markings, and nothing else. She bids him lay down. As he does, four knarled roots climb up the sides of the dais to bind his wrists and ankles.

She stands at his feet and drops her cloak to the ground. As she raises her hands high over her head thunder roars outside the cavern walls. She begins the chant and all the torches go out, except the four around the base of the dais. Still chanting, she circles to his side and kneels. She places one hand over his heart and the other on his temple. As his mind clears he becomes aware of his surroundings. The next thing he sees is her smile and the two sharp fangs that glisten within it. This is the moment she needs, that instant of pure fear. She leans in and sinks her fangs into his warm neck before he can react farther. The shadowed shape of a monstrous spider grows on the far wall.

High above his writhing body, the twisted tree howls. The vibration is felt down the roots and all through the cavern. As his body slumps into death the very rocks moan. She leans back and licks a single drop of blood from the corner of her mouth, grinning in evil ecstasy. His fear was indeed delicious. What is left of him slowly falls to dust as a tremor shakes the tree above.

She leaves the dais and cavern and follows a dark tunnel that winds ever upward. The other end opens under a large root at the base of the tree. The storm rages as she walks to the front of the tree. There she reaches out and caresses a new large knot, right next to the other.

"See, sweet sister, I do keep my promises. I said I'd keep you both safe, together, forever, and here you are."

Her evil laugh shakes the heavens, as she swirls around and heads back into her dark cavern home."
~Finis~

[Pain]

Good stuff Darkness:clap: :)

[Darkness]

:hug: "Thank you, Pain. I know you wouldn't say it if you didn't mean it. I'm trying to find a few others I have buried around here somewhere. I tend to lose track of stuff in all the piles of paper." :lol:

[Pain]

Get your shovel out then and start digging:)

[Darkness]

:lol: "Here's one I wrote waaaaayyyyy back when. It's not 'dark' but I think you'll like it anyway." ;-)

"Reality, Resanity, Recycled"
'By Darkness'

"Reality and insanity, where is the balance of trust?
In reality, you understand insanity,
And through insanity, you learn to appreciate reality.
So where is the danger of surviving in both?
Reality you need, insanity is a pleasure.
Reality is survival and insanity makes it bearable.
So both can aid to life.
Where would this world be,
Without imagination, fantasies and dreams of rainbows.
Where would we be if everyone said,
"That's crazy!", instead of, "That's possible!"
To the ideas of time?
Where would we be if there was no imagination,
To release a smile?
Nor fantasies to build dreams on?
So, hello mind, let's talk awhile.
Let's see what dreams we can pull from the cobwebs,
And build into a reality."

[Pain]

Well, it's done my head that's for sure:lol:

Doesn't mean i didn't like it though

[Nemesis]

Keep up the good work.

[Darkness]

"Pain and Nemesis, I got a question for you two. I know your both into horror and stuff like that. We all are, or we wouldn't be here. But are you also into stuff like Weird Abduction Tales, Dark Fairy Tales and Odd Dream Stories?"

[Pain]

Personally, i like anything that is a couple of steps removed from the mainstream.

[Darkness]

:lol: "Everything I write is 'a couple of steps removed from the mainstream'." :lol:

[Pain]

That's good then:lol:

[Darkness]

"Okay. here's one of my favorites."

"Ode To A Rolling Stone"
'By Darkness'

I've been to the graveyard, dancing with 'The Dead'.
I've sat with 'The Revival' by the 'Green River' bed.
I've gazed, with the elves, at the 'Moody Blue' moon.
I've even tripped with 'Pearl' on a 'Summer' afternoon.

I've sang with a 'Lovechild', in the shadow of 'The Kiss'.
I've writhed to watch 'Jim' sing of the 'Kingsnake' hiss.
I've camped at the crossroads with 'Alice' and the band.
I've shared a walk with 'John' across this great green land

I've found a 'Missing Person' while 'Walking in L.A.'
I've watched the tides roll by, 'On a Dock by the Bay'.
I've had a puff with 'Marley' to a rastafarian beat
I've partyed with the 'Beach Boys' in the 'California Heat'.

I've hid out with 'Sting' from the 'Shadows in the Rain'.
I've wandered lost with 'Jimi', in a 'Purple Haze' brain.
I've shared a toast with 'Pat', to 'The Shadows of the Night'.
I've rode the 'Train to Bankock', on the 'Rush' to morning light.


I've searched for my soul but no matter where I roam,
I will always be the proudest to be a 'Rolling Stone'.


I've dined on 'The Dreaming Bush' with 'Kate' at my side.
I've flown with a 'Wolf' on a 'Magic Carpet Ride'.
I've 'Escaped' on a 'Journey' to find the magic code.
I've strolled along with 'Elton' down a 'Yellow Brick Road'.

I've hungout with 'Lars' to watch 'The Sandman' play.
I've cried a tear with 'Billy' on a 'White Wedding' day.
I've shared a glass of 'Cracklin' Rosie' with 'Neil', by the sea.
I've prayed with 'The Beatles' for the world to 'Let It Be'.

I've laughed as the 'Moonshadows' tickled 'Steven's' hair.
I've skipped with 'Art and Paul' through a 'Scarborough Fair'.
I've stood with 'Stevie' by the fence where 'Rumours' freely fly.
I've stared into a 'Deep purple' firefilled sky.

I've scaled the 'Depts of Mordrid' and fought beside 'Sir Page'.
I've sipped on magic tea with 'Uriah' and the 'Mage'.
I've bought a drink for 'Puckette' and his friend 'The Mighty Quinn'.
I've heard it said the 'Pet Shop Boys' still think that 'It's a Sin'.


Looking through the sunlit glens, down the winding trails,
Or in the dark, wandering, through the rain-filled gales,
I've searched for my soul, but no matter where I roam,
I will always be the proudest to be a 'Rolling Stone'.

[Pain]

A great ode to classic music past. However, as my name is Jude i'll always be a Beatles man:evil:

[Darkness]

"A Tale Of Two Kings"
'By Darkness'

"High upon a jagged cliff, a castle stands alone. An ancient realm, where two Kings rule this legacy of stone. So long ago a quarrel raged, where Kinsmen fought within, so here I’ll start my nightly tale of two ennobled men.

Once, a Lady's beauty caused their manly hearts to purr. Because of pride they came to blows. Though brothers they still were they found themselves divided, and unable to decide, just how to claim her hand and choose to which she would be bride. Many nights they sat in thought, their consequences weighing. One performed live sacrifice. The other bowed for praying. The dark haired one, whose name was Giles, had wedlock on his mind, and Nigel, with fine locks of gold, had honor, of a kind.


The dark one told his brother, "For this prize I'll surely fight!! And all the powers in the world will NEVER stop my might!!"

Said Nigel, "Your not worthy of this fair, devoted child!! She would wilt to feel your touch!! Your breath would drive her wild!!"

"Then you accept my challenge and we duel at break of day!!"

Nodding, Nigel took the glove, then slowly walked away.

Laughing, then, Giles spurred his horse, and rode back to their home. While Nigel strolled along the beach, and watched the waves white foam. The sun soon slipped behind the sea, and vanished from their sight. A waxed moon rose to follow it, and cast its mocking light. The winds blew icy cold around their lonely castle keep. There, Nigel sat by fireside, too much disturbed to sleep. Tomorrow he must war against this man who twins his face. Again he prayed, and asked the Gods to grant him strength, and grace. He laid upon his bed of furs, and closed his eyes to rest, while room away his brother asked the Gods to 'do their best'. Their polished armor awaited, by the kingpost of the stairs. On morning they awoke to dress with gifted pride, and care. With swords and shields in hand, they walked together down the hall, and rode out to the field, 'to stand in honor or to fall'.

They stood in silence, eye to eye. She sat among the trees.

"The contest must begin!!" Giles cried, "And damn be him who flees!!!!"

Metal clashed with metal, muscles ached with strain. Below the shield, on Nigel's arm, there grew a bloody stain. Time pushed into hours. Nigel still defended well. But by midnight all his strength was drained, and so the fair one fell. Giles would have struck the final blow, but for his boastful pride, he yearned to flaunt his victory, with Leila by his side.

Yet when he turned, to take her hand, she said with much disdain, "I so abhor your violent side for nothing does it gain."

Said Giles, "Why wait 'til now to voice your thoughts about this task?"

"I would have told you sooner had you bothered but to ask. But now the seed is planted, Sire, so reap your bitter fruit. Some day this may become a song, for some young minstrel’s flute."

With that she turned, and whisked away, and left Giles looking pale. So the two, their lesson learned, limped off to drink some ale. Of course there is a moral, friend, so if ever this game you play, be sure the value of your prize is worth the Piper’s Pay."

[Darkness]

"The Vortex"
'By Darkness'

We are the Vortex, the gifted,
The child they didn't want.
We are the question, we are the answer,
We are the 'stoned'.
We are the garden, the flower,
The weed they could not crush.
We are the ages, we are the future,
We are the 'stoned'.
We are the center, the daughter,
The christ that would not die.
We are the mammal, we are the angel,
We are the 'stoned'.
We are the worshiped, the sainted,
The rivers of paradise.
We are the twisted, we are the aimless,
We are the 'stoned'.
We are the sunset, the moon rise,
The light they cannot see.
We are the nightmare, we are the daydream,
We are the 'stoned'.
We are the witness, the victum,
The crime they won't admit.
We are the picture, we are the camera,
We are the 'stoned'.
We are the singer, the actor,
The play they never cast.
We are the thunder, we are the silence,
We are the 'stoned'.
We are the hunter, the arrow,
The shadow that hides the thief.
We are the reaper and we are the planter,
For we are the 'stoned'."

[Pain]

Any joy finding a magazine/book to try and get some of your writing published in?

[Darkness]

:roll: "Awwww, I'm no good at that kind of stuff. I never know what to say to those guys. And I'm always afraid I'm gonna run into a shark, and get everything ripped off." :oops:

:-( "I could use an agent, but they cost money, and I'm just another wandering random starving artist. We're everywhere." :-|

[Pain]

I'm sure there are decent people out there

[Darkness]

;-) By the way, I started a new short story just for you, Pain." ;-)

[Pain]

Bloody hell! Should i be scared:scare:

[Darkness]

:evil: :evil: :evil: :evil:

[Pain]

I'll run and hide now:lol:

[Darkness]

"While your waiting, (running?) here's another short one for you....."

"The Herbal Goddess"
'By Darkness'

Gentle 'Lady Of Eden', you hypnotize the masses that dare to venture into your aquiesant jungles. Beneath the magic of the full moon, as your many slender fingers breath in the cool night's air, you shine with herbal charm. The sparkle of the twilight stars dance across your dress of dusted crystals. The incoming morning lays down a soft blanket, of moist dew, causing your rich green gown to glisten. The first fiery rays of Sol reach out to roll back the fog. Then, one by one, your beautiful red hair captures the warmth of his energy. Releasing a sweet aphrodisiac aroma, as you bask in the tropical sunrise of Paradise. Many stand, untrustingly, at your gates. Let us send forth a 'Siren's Song' to soothe the beast that binds them from your eternal, cleansing, light. Oh, Deity of Love and Nature, let us drink of the healing fluids that pulse and flow through your veins. Let us know the passive spell of your mystical existance. There we'll understand the balance of your serenity. Where dreams bring forth visions of union, and unicorns learn to fly."

[Darkness]

:roll: "Okay, maybe that one was too far from the mainstream. Try this one." :evil:

"Demon Rising"
'By Darkness'

Raising to flight.
A way to begin.
Fanning wings of fire so cold,
Oh, Mystic Demon of Hades and Sin,
A terror, a dealer, never is old.
Come forth stone bird, cold and dead,
Your Master has need of thee.
Alone and cold, in a hellish red.
Circles, only darkness to see.
King of blackness drink the blood.
Drain the innocent, the child.
Turn passion to a painful bud with your crazy laugh,
Desolate and wild.
Behold a world mad by your rot,
Now calling to feel your kiss.
They glow, your eyes, amber hot.
Destruction, your reward, their bliss.
Humans give forth a fearful scream,
For blood on their pillow you laid.
They awaken to a nightmare, from a dream,
For you came, and a soul they paid."

[Darkness]

"Here ya go Pain."

(Part 1)
"The Acorn Witch"
'By Darkness'

"One clear summer night, a few of us children got permission to go camping on the north plateau, over looking the vast wetlands below. So we packed up some food for the night, a few blankets, an old cloth tent and other supplies, and headed off for a night of laughter and ghost stories. The twins, Tommy and Jake, were the oldest and biggest, so they carried all the heavy stuff. Me and Sam carried the bags of food while Sam’s little sister, Karen, just tagged along, toting her blanket and doll. Once we got to our favorite spot and set up camp, the rest of the day was spent chasing bugs and critters, chasing each other with said bugs and critters, playing in the near-by stream and playing ‘Huntsman’ in, and around, the trees. And such stuff as kids will do when left to their own devices.

Shortly before dusk, while Karen played with her doll, Tom and Jake started the fire. Us younger ones wandered off to collect extra wood and dry brush, to keep it going, along with a few hats full of assorted berries to add to dinner. The other food we brought consisted of some smoked venison from my Dad’s last hunt, a variety of fresh vegetables from the twin’s garden, fresh baked bread cakes and glazed sweet cakes Sam’s Mom made us, and some apples we picked on the way. After dinner, it was time for a few games of Round Robin Stories and Ghost Tales, and as the night grew darker, so did the stories. Half way into a really scary one Jake was telling, a wrinkled old man stepped just inside our circle of firelight, startling us all for a brief moment.

He begged but a short rest by our fire, to take off the night’s chill, stating that he had been walking a great distance and his journey was not even half over. Tom gestured to a flat rock on the far side of the fire and the old man moved slowly towards it. His steps were labored, by both his age and his journey. It was clear that he, like his pants and shirt, had seen better days. His cape and hat seemed to be the only things on him without a hole, although both were worn ragged about the edges. As he lowered his form onto the rock you could almost hear the bones and muscles creaking and groaning, in complaint. He stretched his long legs out, his feet almost touching the stones ringing the fire, and let out a deep sigh that sounded like the wind breaking through the trees.

The first time we offered him some food and water he declined, replying that he had nothing to trade for it. When we shrugged, and said that it didn’t matter, he accepted, on one condition, we allow him to pay for it with a story. Being that is our favorite past time, we gladly accepted. With the ‘trade’ agreed on, we fixed him a plate, filled with a bit of everything, and handed him a jug of water to wash it down. First he sampled a taste of each item, savoring each flavor independently, taking a sip of water after each bit. Then, after flashing us a brief, mostly toothless, smile, he devoured the plate of food like a starving gypsy, and washed down the meal with a long pull of water. Just before handing the water jug back, he drew an old tattered handkerchief from his pocket, drenched it in water to wipe his face and hands.

He slid off the rock onto the ground, leaned up against the stone, and folded his long arm across his slim chest. Then he studiously looked each one of us in the eye for a brief moment. Except for little Karen, who, giggling, ducked shyly behind her brother when the old man's eyes sought hers. He thought for awhile and grinned mischievously. Straightening up, he crossed his long legs and pulled them underneath, placing a bony hand on each knee. He’s deep voice rasping with every breath, he began.


~To Be Continued~

[Pain]

You really should get some of this in print, you crazy fool:evil:

[Darkness]

"Well, if this one turns out good enough I just may give it a try. Have you looked at the link I left in the Horror Publishing Thread?"

[Pain]

Yes i did, but i will read it when i have more time:)

[Darkness]

:) "No problem. Let me know what you think when you get around to it." :)

[Pain]

Don't worry, I will:)

[Darkness]

"Dream Lover"
'By Darkness'

"He tears at your psychic,
With gentle probing eyes.
Jogging past the no tresspassing signs,
He boldly blows the storm clouds
From your skies.
A spark of fear lies
Behind his trusting stare.
He brings a bouquet of laughter.
From a garden that tears have grown.
The howling of his heart,
Begs you to care.
Lost, between logic and sanity,
You wait at the vortex,
Of his hypnotic desires.
Soon you are deaf,
To the pleading voice of caution,
As your heart reaches out,
And unlatches the gate."

[Darkness]

"Life, Why Am I Here?"
'By Darkness'

"Why do you tear my soul like thorns on a rose?
Why do you make a shambles of all that I propose?
Why do you let me suffer and never shed a tear?
Please tell me, in all your wisdom, Life, why am I here?"

"Everyone has a reason for being on this earth.
Everyone has a path that starts before their birth.
Throughout time stories speak of fate and destiny.
So tell me, lest I give up, what waits in store for me."

"My dreams speak in riddles and you give me no clue.
So much pain, so much lost, haven't I paid my dues?
Surviving all your torture and gaining only fear.
Before I drown in saddness, please tell me why I'm here."

"Don't speak to me of mysteries, I've had all I can take.
Religious words don't soothe me, I know it's mostly fake.
You seem to lose all meaning, if ever it was there.
My heart is good and full of love. It just isn't fair."

"I reach for truth and meaning but nothing do I find.
I search the light for answers yet nothing comes to mind.
I strive to live in kindness and fill my heart with joy.
Yet still I end up feeling like I'm only some God's toy."

"I'm tired of the battle and fighting it alone.
The weariness invades my soul and chills me to the bone.
My longing, like an albatross, weighs heavy on my heart.
I often wish to find a door and from this stage depart."

"To exit from this madness, to sleep a dreamless sleep.
Then you whisper softly, "Sweet child, do not weep."
I know there's more to you than you let us see.
So tell me, Life, what is in your master plan for me?"

[Pain]

A couple of cheery numbers there Darkness:scare: Well, the second one definitely.

[Darkness]

:) "Why, Thank you, Pain!" :)

[Patrick]

Dark Shadows Fairy Tale is cool!

You should come to the festival this summer!

[Darkness]

:roll: "I really wish we could, dear, but it's too far away and we got too many bills to pay." :-(

[Darkness]

"Light whispy things they are, that float between here and there. The lingering sparks of yesterday, fade, fading, faded into tomorrow. They hold the memories of what was, and the eyes of what will be. They feel unfinished, tied to ancient dreams, cursed to always see tomorrow yet never touch it. They whisper to us of the road that lies ahead, but their voices are over-whelmed by the thunderous winds of the veil. They are tired of beating on the door, but can not bring themselves to cease. Unconscieous of breath and touch, they slip through our thoughts, like a lonely breeze. Leaving a lingering feeling of contact. They are but a reflection of their image, translucient, a mere rememberance of existance. Yet they refuse to release their grip on the sorrows of before, and are forever striving to reach across the veil. To effect what is beyond the sunrise. I have been touched, and know the exausting struggle they survive in. Silly ghosts. You can sleep now, your job is done. It's ours that has just begun."

[Pain]

Very nice:clap:

[Darkness]

"Thanks! I was bored, and wrote that after I gave you the chocolate in the 'Up In Rank' thread."

"By the way, sorry about the party. I was working on a silly greeting idea. I guess I got carried away. Sorry again."

[Pain]

No need for apologies. It's just sometimes threads go way off subject almost to the point of forgetting what it was originally about

Keep up the good work here though:)

[Darkness]

:) "Did you notice the 'bar' I set up in the 'corner' in there, so I could serve drinks to the them, to 'toast' their promotion?" :drinking:

[Darkness]

Keep up the good work here though:)
:roll: "If by that you mean keep babbling strange thoughts that weave through my head, no problem. I do that all the time. Just ask Dark_Comic." :lol:

[pogosama]

Thats exactly what he means. This place is kinda creepy...

[Darkness]

:hug: "Welcome to my Haunted Realm, pogosama!! Have a seat! This is where I post my strange rambleings, and talk about weird stuff like ghosts and dreams and.......well......as Pain put it, 'anything a few steps from the mainstream'. Feel free to go to page one and take the journey through my thoughts." :)

[pogosama]

Darkness...has her own section....oh man, my head is going to explode.

After skimming through though, there is some cool stuff in here. Keep it up

[Darkness]

"Thank you, very much. It's how I keep my brain relaxed." :lol:

[pogosama]

"Or else mamimi would over flow..."

"What do you mean "overflow"?"

"something...will happen..."

[Darkness]

*Darkness hands pogosama another piece of chocolate and guides him to a chair.*

"It's okay. We understand. The Doctor will be back in just a little while to help you. Just sit here and you'll be perfectly safe." :lol:

[pogosama]

its a quote from a manga i like.

called FLCL, or Furi-Kuri.

I figured you may on some off chance catch the reference, but apperently not. Oh well, cant win em' all.

[Darkness]

"Sounds interesting, Tell me more." :)

[pogosama]

basically, its the most random thing in the universe. Some kid gets hit in the head with a guitar by a human looking alien riding a motor scooter. Then robots start coming out of his head...and attacking people and stuff. And this one guy has huge eyebrows, and then giant robot dogs eat people, then they get into a gun fight over the hot alien chick (who talks to cats btw). Then a meteor comes to hit their town (the main building in town is a 50 story high...iron, like on an ironing board, and it shoots out steam and stuff) And he uses a guitar he pulles out of the...sun...to shoot the metoer back into space baseball style.

mmmmyeah that about sums it up.

[Darkness]

"Wow! Sure does sound trippy."

[pogosama]

yeah, it is

theres another one called paranoia agent where people who are mentally disturbed get attacked by a little boy with a golden bat and roller skates. but hes not human, he can teleport and stuff...

[Darkness]

"Are these movies, cartoon, books, what? They sound great."

[pogosama]

there anime's. Japanese cartoons

[Darkness]

"Wow! Sounds cool!"

[pogosama]

FLCL

and

Paranoia agent-btw, if you want to here about the latest show of this one, go read the chat room. People were killing themselves...playfully in this episode. Im so freaked out.

[Darkness]

"Thanks. I'll check it out tomorrow when I'm more awake." :)

[pogosama]

lol, night then

[Darkness]

"The Trail"

"Mom warned me long ago, she warned me well. But I was just a child back then. I had more important things to do, than ponder the reality of old myths and fables. I would sit and listen to the old folks and their tales, trying my best not to squirm, pretending I was listening. When all the while my thoughts were a million miles away, swimming in the lake, or racing my best friend up the tallest tree we could find.

Once a month, on the full moon, the whole village would gather around a huge fire. Sharing the stories of stolen souls and lingering spirits. I was always bored, and as soon as the tale weaving was done I would run off. To dream of adventures beyond the tall wooden wall, that surrounds our little village. Year after year, as the stories grew darker, I grew more and more restless. Soon I was no longer a child, and no longer able to cope with the limits of my condensed existence. To step beyond the great barrier became my only dream. To see, with my own eyes, the wonders the elders spoke of. I didn't understand the fear in their eyes, when they spoke of the wandering madness. I thought them foolish and feeble. I couldn't have been more wrong.

One night, about mid-summer, I stayed back when the rest of the village gathered by the fire. I had secretly filled an old wheat sack full of dried foods and extra clothes. Along with some small personal items I couldn't bare to leave behind. I had spent the last year systematically searching the outer wall for any weak spots. Last month had I found a small hole, just big enough for me, and that's when I started planning my 'journey'. At last I was gonna know the truth. I made my way to my private exit, unhindered, as I knew I would be. Once there I pushed my bag through, and then myself, wiggling slowly as not to make too much noise.

As I stood up, and beheld the world outside, I was weak with the realization I had finally made it. Freedom was mine, and all the treasures that came with it. I brushed myself off, picked up my bag, chose a direction, and headed towards my future. The real world was huge, but I was ready for whatever it had to offer, or so I thought.

The outskirts ringing the village were surrounded by a dense, lust, forest whose trails were thick with shadows, and laced with over-grown brush. With my sack flung across my shoulder, I turned down the widest path, that seemed the most traveled. Before long the way grew denser, and I began to wonder if I had chosen poorly. As a darkness crept over me, filled with a strange chill, a hidden fear slowly rose to the surface. Suddenly feeling overwhelmed, I turned around to make my way back, only to discover that the return path was no longer there. Panic set in, as I tried to claw my way through the growth that blocked my escape, my bag lay forgotten in the ground. But it proved to be a useless effort, and finally I dropped to the ground in tears. I sat there, lost and cold, for a long time, until I fell asleep from exhaustion.

I awoke to the sound of a voice calling out my name. At first I believed it was my Mom, or a village elder who had come to search for me. I looked up to find it was nothing of the kind. A slender woman, dressed in a long translucent gown, was standing over me. Her hair was long, fine, and ghostly white, as was her skin. She held out a hand to help me up. Hesitantly I took it and allowed her to assist me to my feet. I asked if she could help me find the trail again. She just smiled, and gestured to a small break in the trees that I hadn't noticed before. Retreiving my bag, I followed her trustingly.

She led me to a tiny clearing, where a giant tree grew by a small pond. Once there she gestured for me to sit, which I did obediently. She walked over to the tree and disappeared for a moment, coming back with a tray laden with fresh fruits and breads. As I ate she stared at me intently, as if she had never seen my likes before. After I finished the food offered, she pulled a small flask from some where and placed it in my hand. I drank deeply of the cool sweet liquid within, feeling it's strange warmth surge all through me.

I never questioned why she would be here, in the middle of all this. I never asked myself how she knew my name, or knew where to find me. I should have. Instead I just laid back on the cool grass, closed my eyes, and slipped into a magic dream, in which I was enveloped in a soft wispy veil of silk. My arms and legs fused with the veil, taking on the feeling of fine spidery threads, stretching out into the universe. I drifted there, sedated and delirious, allowing myself to dissolve, to become the veil. A forbidding sensation took over my senses, and I suddenly longed to be home, listening to the stories. As the dream faded away, I began to feel the real world again. But for some reason, that I couldn't place, it felt different. When I opened my eyes it all became too apparent why.

Terror filled my soul on the realization that it was never a dream. The slender lady was gone. And in her place was a demon witch, a mutated mixture of spider and crone, her fangs were dripping with black venom. I knew I would never see the familiar faces of home again. As she leaned, ever closer, to my web-bound form, my sanity left me and I screamed until the blackness of oblivion claimed me."

[pogosama]

thats really creepy. its written very well. I like how the story seemed to flow together. Excellent work!

[Darkness]

"Thank you, pogosama! That's the kind of thing I do when I get bored." :)

[Pain]

Yep, I liked that:)

[Darkness]

:) "Thought you would." :)

[eardrumbuz]

that poem reads really well!

i have to tell you, darkness, and i've said it around here before...i'm not a good reader. never have been. i tend to take what most people would consider way too much time pondering words on the page. i just read very slowly, trying very hard to get the full meaning of each line on the page. as a result, reading often feels like a chore to me, and in turn i read very little. my 12 year old son reads circles around me. granted, he occasionally misses some of the finer details, because he is an incredibly ravenous reader. he gets "enough" to satisfy his interest. but he does love books.
i mention all this because, for me, your poetry works much better than the narrative. there are so many words squeezed into The Knock, that it was too much work for me. remember though, that's just me. i don't think most readers are like me. i get the most enjoyment out of reading things that are mostly written in a conversational language.
anyway, your writing looks very good! best of luck with it. :)

[Darkness]

that poem reads really well!

i have to tell you, darkness, and i've said it around here before...i'm not a good reader. never have been. i tend to take what most people would consider way too much time pondering words on the page. i just read very slowly, trying very hard to get the full meaning of each line on the page. as a result, reading often feels like a chore to me, and in turn i read very little. my 12 year old son reads circles around me. granted, he occasionally misses some of the finer details, because he is an incredibly ravenous reader. he gets "enough" to satisfy his interest. but he does love books.
i mention all this because, for me, your poetry works much better than the narrative. there are so many words squeezed into The Knock, that it was too much work for me. remember though, that's just me. i don't think most readers are like me. i get the most enjoyment out of reading things that are mostly written in a conversational language.
anyway, your writing looks very good! best of luck with it. :)
:) "Thank you, dear EDB. Just to let you know, I orginally wrote 'The Knock' at the age of 13. The last short story I posted, 'The Trail', as well as 'Silly Ghost', I wrote just the other night, in a moment of boredom. 'The Acorn Witch' is a work in progress. I wanted to give Pain something to read. That's why they are all so different in structure and style. I tend to vear towards poetry most, but I'm getting more and more into stories since I came in here."

"Feel free to drop in anytime, your always more than welcome. I'm always working on 'something'." ;-)

[Bad Zombie Night]

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[Darkness]

:) *Darkness gets Bad Zombie Night a chair so they can be comfortable, while they watch the fun.* ;-)

[Darkness]

(Part 2)
"The Acorn Witch"
'By Darkness'

“Halfway down the hill where the main road dips, there is an older, over-grown road we all know as ‘The Old Valley Trail’. Well, ages ago it had a different name. Back then we called it ‘The Last Walk’, because it ends deep in the heart of the Sharvian Swamp, where the Spanish moss hangs off the branches like age old funeral shrouds. There the ground is riddled with quick sand and mud traps, laced with swamp gas deposits and deadly critters.

At the point this road terminates, there rests an old knarled stump, where a giant tree once stood. It was the tallest Oak in the entire valley gorge. Ragged crags, of half living wood, spiking sharply towards the sky, are the only reminders that linger. Thick brush and wild vines enclose the stump, so densely all that you can see clearly now are the larger roots, and the crown of broken wood. One gentle spring, back in time, when this tree was strong and still towered towards the sky, a son was born to one of the Elders of a village near by. The child was a quiet one. He barely ever cried, or raised a fuss. And proved to be quick to learn as well. Over the years his mind, and skills, developed quickly, and he became the youngest villager to complete his schooling and training. By the year twelve he knew all the village lore and history that the Elders could teach him. So he started seeking out new knowledge. Begging the Elders to teach him the language of the ancient scrolls. Finally they relented, unable to resist the hungry look in his eyes, as he stared at the walls filled with shelves of rolled parchment.

Over the next year he did little else but read the books on Sanskrit, and pour over the ancient scrolls, absorbing every word. One night he realized there might be a flaw in some of the translations. There was a small symbol, that appeared occasionally, which was not in the translation list. When he asked the Elders why, they told him that it was just a decorative pause, and had no real linguistic meaning. Yet an old worn out scroll, he found buried in a tattered wooden trunk, said that it did have a meaning. It meant that the sentence that lay between is a piece of another, unknown, scroll altogether. He knew what he must do. He must start at the beginning, collect these chosen words, and see what story they held. Every night, after all else was done, he would go to the great library, and stay to the first light of day. He had decided not to tell the others, at least not yet. He needed proof to back his theory. The Elders took great notice of this feverish obsession he was falling into. They began to worry for him, the long days working, the long nights studying. At least he was not refusing food when it was brought to him, and that was a good sign.

The eve of the longest night, with the snow blowing wildly outside, he finally finished compiling the random bits of writings, that made up the missing scroll. As he read the words there, the first thing he realized was that these writings are, indeed, older than the village itself. They told of a time of beginning, when light first came to the earth. They taught of the Mother Tree, from whose roots all life was born, and to which all life will return someday. The last thing he read, before falling asleep to the fading light of the oil lamp, spoke of a prophesied birth, which would bring all life full circle.

That is how the Elders found him the next morning. They carried him out of the building, ignoring the freshly inked parchment on the table in front of him. He was burning with a fever, when they laid him in his bed at home, and they feared for his health. For the next three days he slept an almost comatose sleep. On the fourth night the dreams started."

~To Be Continued~

[toe_tag]

Yay! I can read it so much better now that you've written it up in green font!

[Darkness]

"Did you catch 'Part 1' on Page Three, Toe_Tag?"

[Pain]

The Dreams? We need to know what happened in the dreams damnit!:)

:clap: :)

[Darkness]

:) "Thank you, Pain. I'll take that as a compliment!" :)

[Pain]

You're welcome:)

[Bad Zombie Night]

:) *Darkness gets Bad Zombie Night a chair so they can be comfortable, while they watch the fun.* ;-)

*BZN stands up abruptly, stretches both arms straight up with fists clenched, and says...*

"YES! IT'S SO GOOD TO BE HERE!" http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y152/bzn123/Smileys/Angry%20and%20Sad/madyell.gif

[Darkness]

:) "I'll take that as a compliment, BZN!!" :)

[pogosama]

nice job on that story, but seriously, we do need to know what happened in the dreams...so tell us...

[Darkness]

;-) "All of that will be revealed in Part 3." :)

[pogosama]

Then Write Part Three!!!! Arg!!!!

[Darkness]

:evil: *Darkness just giggles maniacally.* :evil:

[Darkness]

"Here's a strange one I dug up from the shadows."

"I Write, Therefore I Am"
'By Darkness'

"Actors and Actress, this be your ache, to display the truth and envision their Fate. For we are the voices that enlighten the soul to all of the falsehoods that endanger the whole. I am your writer. I am your dream. My power unfolds all that would seem a myth. Within their reason I hold no rhyme, yet without season I am in time. You give me emotion, I give you words. They give me reality, I give them absurds. I have a friend who whispers to me all of the secrets the Gods can not see. All of the wonders that baffle their minds. All of the answers that they can not find."

"People say we are fiction, I know we are fact. We play out a fantasy to which they react. They shout as they call us feeble and mad, while all the time they know in their minds that they have been had. For we see beyond their wild twisted minds, and tear at their souls, with our wild twisted rhymes. They refuse to accept the truth that is theirs, they would rather hang it on our burdened heads. Instead of admitting their faults as they should, they hide behind their too righteous hoods, and say that we have infected their minds."

"They long to imprison my sanity, and lock it in their hearts. They dare to say they understand me. They can not even begin to understand the pain that is truth, nor that which is false. For they prey upon the reality that is our art, and strive to disrupt that, that would be their untimely downfall. For what they can not understand they will seek to destroy. What they can not control fills them with fear, and the truth can not be controlled by lies. All that holds life together is born of symbiotic ties, and they refuse to admit that we are an important link in their giant chain of life. Strife is ours to bear, they say. We would be slaves if they had their way. Yet they grow more empty, as days fold into weeks, and weeks into months, and months into years. Their souls are flooded with embittered tears, that they can not shed, for the fear that their equals will think them weak. So we wait."

"We wait, until their mighty mountains crumble into their molten sea of trickery. We wait, until the Gods' fiery sword of truth washes away their falsehoods from our world. Then we will begin to rebuild a life with the stones of truth and the waters of unity, and in this world born of light we will begin anew. We will dream our own dreams, and think our own thoughts, and bring forth our own creations, without the fear of retaliation from minds twisted, and decayed, by leprous hate. Once again dragons will light up the skys, and gardens will sing, and horses will fly. Spirits will dance where children can see, and the Fey will again play happy and free. The world will be rich with thoughts that should be, and souls will cherish writers like me."

[eardrumbuz]

Therefore you are!

I am such an idiot. well, in my defense...i was tired. i didn't realize there were more pages. i had only read the first page of the thread!
Great stuff! Keep it up.

[Darkness]

;-) "It's ok, EDB, we all get a dose of sleep deprivation from time to time. I'm glad you enjoyed your wander through my insanity." :)

[pogosama]

Thats pretty trippy. I kinda sat here for a minute or two just kind of thinking about it. I hate it when you make me do that....

[Darkness]

Thats pretty trippy. I kinda sat here for a minute or two just kind of thinking about it. I hate it when you make me do that....
:) "YES!! Thank you, pogosama!" :)

[Darkness]

"Here's another one for you, Pogosama." :evil:

"Mistress Muse"
'By Darkness'

"Oh, Lady Art, what an unpredictable mistress you are. As untamable as a wild young man, as fickle as a romantic woman. You mystify and tease my senses with inspired visions, while always keeping just enough out of reach to keep me hooked. Sometimes you linger on the fringes of my thoughts. Other times you relentlessly hound me, until I willfully exhaust your need for me, then you run and hide. Tempting me to give chase, 'til my confusion rises to the swelled proportions of a tidalwave. Your bizarre laughter tickles my emotions, whispering promises of masterpieces and dreams fulfilled. Your challenge is like an addiction, sparks flashing through my reality. You taunt my with concepts of unfathomable depts. Then, suddenly, you burst forth with an ocean of ideas, so that I go mad trying to complete them all. Once completed, your fruits hang on my walls, and surround my sight, beaconing me to add to their family. I dust away the cobwebs to search the dark corners of my soul.

With you, I express my pain. Through you, I escalate to the top of my joy. Those moments you allow me a finished expression are liken to a literal, and mental, rapture. Harmony, Pain, Ecstasy, Sorrow, Love and Separation. A potpourri of sensations melding together, until black and white become fused in to intimate shades of gray.

"Rest." You say. When you know my dreams only bring more creative fuel for your greedy fire. You come and go, as you please, on the winds of the Gods. Your will is as whimsical as a child at play. I beg, but you do not come. I coax, yet you only laugh lightly, and dance away. Only when I turn my back. Only when I choose to wait for your mood to release me, do you silently step up, and tap me on the shoulder, like a young one playing tag.

Together we climb mountains, fight pirates, and build castles on the clouds. We have known perfect love and dined on mystery. Separated, you are but a notion, and I am only human, hand in hand we are invincible, immortal. Destined to ride on the tail of the eternal comet, and live longer than the song of the bard. Our combined spirit engulfs the whole of everything, unlocking doors many fear to pass through. Dancing with elves, and flying on dragons, is not new to us. Nor are silver goddesses, rainbow bridges, and picnics on the moon. We thrive on sunsets and meadows, we feed on fairy cakes and mead. Anyone is welcome to join us, they only have to unlock their chains.

We crave our others. Yours is a boat for your sail, mine is a soul inspired. He is there, we have felt him, we have touched him, and we have tasted him. We have walked the halls of his mind. Wasn't he there when first we flew? And swam the purple sea? Didn't he hold our hand the day we climbed the giant's tree? And wasn't he that gentle hand that caught us when we fell? Yes, I know that it was him, he told me so himself.

Symbolically we support each other. You feed us fantasies, I serve us with tangabilities, and he pours the wine of inspiration. No longer are the stars out of range, we are now complete. We are now unlimited. One force of power launching a new reality. We dare to shape visions the Gods only dream of. Few understand passion the way we do. Even less understand Fate as we see it. Many are afraid to take your hand, and journey with you through the unknown. I have no choice, you are in my blood, and all through my spirit. It is true that you will never release me, just as I can never forsake you. Bound by eternity, we will always be one. Dependent on each other like, the flowers and the rain."

[Pain]

I really do wonder what goes on in your head Darkness:lol:

A couple of good pieces though:clap:

[Darkness]

;-) "My Dear Sadistic Sibling, I still wonder that same thing, and it's MY head." :lol:

[pogosama]

You have quite a gift there darkness. Your an excellent writer. You should gather all your stories together and ask to be published. It might just happen, and how cool would that be?

[Darkness]

"Thank you very much, Pogosama! I'm working on it. Right now I'm just trying to get peoples attention on what I can do."

"But since I started posting my stuff here, on ATZ, I have gotten better responses than anywhere else, so who know?" ;-)

[Darkness]

*Darkness sits in her comfortable shadows, pondering strange tales, and waiting for her new title to show up.*

:evil: ;-)

[Pain]

Don't hold your breath:evil:

[Pine fresh zombie]

heh got that right

[Darkness]

"Yea, dear Pain, I know it may take a few days for him to answer the PM, but I'm just glad to have made it this far." :)

"And welcome to my little corner in this great world of Zombies, fresh_pine_zombie." :)

[Darkness]

(Part 3)
"The Acorn Witch"
'By Darkness'

"At first they were just jumbled images, creeping by in half shadow. Hidden thoughts that slipped away with the sunrise. Each morning he wrote down what little pieces he could remember. Which, at first, wasn’t much at all, but as Spring approached the dreams began to clarify. It started with a face, a soft female face that floated in the shadows, just out of reach. She seemed to be trying to say something, but her voice was lost before it could reach him. After awhile the surroundings began to come forth, deep greens, that at first were shapeless, then slowly took the form of a strange forest, with odd looking flowers, and trees that blocked out the sky. A path stretched out of the denseness, growing forth until it came to his feet. As he thought of raising a foot to begin the journey, he woke up, but this time he remembered, everything.

The next few weeks he spent pouring over all the old maps he could find, hunting for any place that even resembled the one in the dream. What he found were the same familiar lands, and places he hadn’t seen but had heard of. One day, as he sat back in his chair pondering a short break, his eyes landed on the parchment he had written the night he fell into the fever. When he picked it up, and began rolling it up for storage, he noticed some faint lines on the back of it. Turning it over he found a map drawn in old faded ink. Most of it was details of a huge valley just north of the village. The exception was a small area marked ‘Uncharted’, with that strange symbol smack dab in the middle. A thought suddenly occurred to him, and he dove into the other maps, seeking that symbol. To his surprise, and satisfaction, he found it everywhere.

Each time he found the symbol, it was in the center of a square, marked in a blue wode ink. So close to the black ink, that one would not see it, if they weren’t actually looking for it. As he copied each square, to it’s own separate parchment, he noticed a pattern, and realized that he had found another secret. They appeared to match on some of the sides, and the more squares he copied, the more matches he found. It soon became apparent it was forming another map, one that detailed the area the others had shown to be uncharted. And right there in front of him, disappearing into the heart of it all, was a path.

He questioned the Elders about the uncharted area, not revealing the fact of the newly developing map, but the only answer they gave was that it was too dangerous to attempt to navigate. After that, his curiosity grew even more possessive. He felt like he was being chosen, singled out to be the first to see. The first to know the truth. He assembled all the pieces, drew the new map in its entirety, and found where it lined up with the others. The path, the precious path from his dreams, started just a few miles north of this very village.

That night the dream was so clarified it was realistic. In it he found himself taking that first step onto the trail, and following it towards the thick trees. But it seemed that no matter how far he traveled up that path, the lush forest drew ever farther away. Soon he was running, as the desperate need to reach his goal became over-whelming. After a while the task began to feel fruitless, yet still he could not bring himself to stop and turn around. So he pushed on, even though his legs felt like he was wading through muck, and his arms were dead weights, swinging at his sides.

Before long his energy failed him and he stumbled, falling to the ground. He felt exhausted and defeated as he laid there, for what seemed an eternity, trying to find the strength to stand again, to continue the journey. Finally he managed to roll over onto his back. When he looked up, to get his bearings, he was shocked to find that the forest wasn’t really miles away at all. In fact it was right in front of him.

He felt a presence and turned his head to see what it was, and there she stood as if she had been there along. When she moved to speak he expected silence, as was always the case in this dream. But this time her voice rang so true, that when it fell upon his ears the surprise startled him out of his sleep. He sat straight up in bed, with his name echoing through his head, in her beautifully haunting voice.

~To Be Continued~

[Pain]

Sorry for taking so long to read this Darkness. I enjoyed this, but I need some violence soon! Seriously though, it was very good:)

[Darkness]

;-) "What's the matter, Pain, don't you like a little mystery?" ;-)

[Pain]

I do, however today I crave violence:evil:

[Darkness]

:evil: "I'll see if I can dig up something darker for you to knaw on while you wait." :evil:

[Bad Zombie Night]

Good read... I think I better read the other 2 parts if I'm going to be caught up to speed on this one. :)

[Darkness]

Good read... I think I better read the other 2 parts if I'm going to be caught up to speed on this one. :)
"Feel free to start at the beginning of the thread. There are lots of other things I've written. But if you want to focus on the story itself for now, Part 1 is on Page 3: Post #42, and Part 2 is on Page 6: Post #86. I'm really glad you like it." :)

[Darkness]

(Part 4)
"The Acorn Witch"
'By Darkness'

"As the fog in his head cleared, he felt something solid in his hand. Upon opening it, he found a single acorn. He stared at it for a long time. Oaks don't grow in this part of the valley, so it had to have come from the dream. But is that possible?

'It must be.' He thinks, 'Here it is, in my hand, and I'm fully awake.'

He got dressed quickly, stuffing the acorn into his pants pocket before heading to breakfast. This was a busy day for the whole clan. It was time to start plowing the fields, and getting the seeds ready for this Summer's crops. After eating, he joined a group of young men, heading out towards the far north fields. As the group made their way up the steep path, he started thinking about the lands in the dream. When they reached the outer fence, built mainly to keep the larger wild animals from trampling the sprouting crops, he found himself drawn to the far side of the field. Where the edge of the village met the foothills of the mountains that border it. He slowly crossed the field to the other side, and gazed at the trees beyond.

As he stood there he began to feel a nagging urge, much like a growing hunger. The Chore Master kept calling his name, to come start work, but he didn't seem to hear. He just stood there, like the rest of the world around him had faded out of existance. One of the other workers came over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He dropped his gaze to the ground, tucked his own hands into his pockets, and turned to join the rest. As he did, his fingers brushed the acorn that he had stashed there. It felt oddly warm. As his hand closed around it, he heard her voice in his head again, calling his name. He suddenly realized that nothing else mattered. He locked gazes with the young man that came to get him, and in his eyes there was a deep look of rapture, closely resembling lunacy.

The other man was surprised by the wild stare in those eyes and started to move back a bit, but he grabbed him by the shoulders, preventing him from turning. Never once losing eye contact. A grin spread across his face, and he giggled oddly. The other guy, not sure what to make of this strange behavior, stood still as a statue, in the grip of what he now believed to be a mad man. Seeing the fear in his friend's eyes, the look on his face softened, and he spoke.

"Don't worry about me, I know the way. Don't you see, my friend? It was left just for me! All I ask is one favor, Tell my parents I love them."

Before the other man could even react, he turned and lept over the final fence, and disappeared into the high brush on the other side. Leaving his fellow workers to stare in shock after his vanishing form. Tools, shovels, and bags of seed, lay forgotten in the dirt, as the whole group ran back to the Elders. Afraid to stay one second longer in that place. As soon as the news left their mouths, the father demanded a search party go at once to find his son. The Elders reluctantly agree, and a small group of a hundred scouts and hunters left shortly after the command went out. The Chore Master went with them as far as the edge of the field. There he set up a small camp, to wait for word.

Two days later, a single hunter stumbled out of the tall brush. Half of his armor was missing, the other half was in tatters. He looked like he just took on every wild beast in existence, and then some. Muttering insanely, he collapsed to the ground from exhaustion. The last words the Chore Master could make out were...

"They disappeared! They all just DISAPPEARED!!"


~To Be Continued~

[Nemesis]

Wow, I like where this Acorn Witch thing is going.

[eardrumbuz]

great stuff, Darkness. keep em coming!...we have to know what's in the woods. and Pain would like a full detailed description of what it did to the guy's armor :)

[Darkness]

great stuff, Darkness. keep em coming!...we have to know what's in the woods. and Pain would like a full detailed description of what it did to the guy's armor :)
"Thank you, dear eardrumbuz!! I'm glad you like it so far." :)

"If things flow right, all will be revealed in Part 5." ;-)

[Darkness]

"Part 5 is halfway done. Here's a short poem, I wrote a long time ago, to tide you over."

"The Edge Of Tomorrow"
'By Darkness'

"Time shall flow like an eternal river.
With branches and brooks,
That float your globe of existance
Gently to the sea of Paradise.
Life without, and within, future.
Life within, and without, reality.
Alone with togetherness,
And together to be alone.
Ever thriving, ever surviving fate.
Don't ask your questions too late.
Your answers may not work."

[ZombieJohn]

Damn your a natrual! good stuff!

[Darkness]

Damn your a natrual! good stuff!
"Why, Thank You, ZombieJohn!" :)

"And welcome to my little corner of strangeness." :)

[ZombieJohn]

yay thanks! How long you been writin?

[Darkness]

"Since I was about 10 years old. I'll see if I can dig up some of my earliest poems for you guys." :)

[Darkness]

(Part 5)
"The Acorn Witch"
'By Darkness'

"The Chore Master strapped the wounded man to a litter, and hauled him back to the Healers as fast as he could. The Healers worked in their usual frenzied style, tending wounds and fighting the fever, while the rest of the Clan prayed to the Gods for his life, and answers. A few times they almost lost him to the infection, but after an immensely high fever, he returned to consciousness. As soon as he was strong enough, he was taken to the elders, to give what information he could recall. The tale he told was indeed a strange one.

At first all had seemed fine. The group had crossed the fence, and headed towards the direction the son had taken. Leaving brightly colored trail markers every five leagues. Far in the distance the edge of a great forest drew closer. The short grass gave way to taller wild reeds, yet the path they walked was always clear, as if it was well traversed ground, and not a random wandering path. Thick knarled brush began to appear among the reeds, the closer they traveled to the dark forest up ahead. As the terrain became increasingly denser and twisted, the calls and chatter, of the critters in the shadows, grew strange as well. About three hours before sunset they came to the forest’s edge, there the deranged foliage merged with the huge spectral trees of the woods beyond. The Captain of The Hunt ordered them to make camp, so they used the remaining daylight to set everything up.

As the setting sun dropped behind the forest, it was absorbed by the horizon. Giving off none of the usual colors, or halo, through the tops of the trees. And the shadows it cast over the camp had an eerie chill about them. There was none of the usual joking and conversation around the night’s last meal, just quiet whispers, and sideways glances into the haunting darkness around them. Most of the men laid their bedding in small rings around the scattered cook fires, some stretched out on the far side of the camp, as far from that looming vision as they could get.

None slept very well, and in the morning all spoke of having disturbing, distorted, dreams. While the cooking crew stoked the fires, and readied breakfast, the rest secured the site and gathered what was going with them. The plan was for half of them to stay at the base camp incase the first group failed. The rest would continue on into the woods, lead by the Master at Arms, to return by nightfall no matter what they found.

The time passed slowly for those left at the camp. Even in the Sun’s light that place felt eerie, like the air itself was possessed. The noonday's heat brought no warmth to the ground under their feet, and as the day waned, the chill grew even more noticeable. When the Sun crowned those bedeviled trees once more, with no sign of the first Search Party, the Captain of The Hunt started the preparations for the rest of the party to leave at first light.

During the evening’s meal, the silence was only broken by the soft clatter of dishes and utensils, and the crackle of the fires. No one wanted to go into that dreaded ebony Forest, but no one dared speak up, for fear of being declared a coward. That night everyone slept within the ring of cook fires, which were piled high with wood to assure that they would burn all night. No crickets chattered in the darkness, no night birds sang from the bushes and trees. An uneasy sleep, and restless dreams, took over the men as they laid down in their blankets.

In the twilight hours of the morning a strange mist rolled in over the sleeping camp. As this intensified into a thick fog the circle of fires died down, and then went out completely, as if they had been smothered by a heavy cloth. And under the stealthy cover of this deep blackness, long slender shadows move through the grasses and brush, towards the unaware clansmen."

~To Be Continued~

[Nemesis]

You've done it again! I can't wait to see what happens next!

[Pain]

Coming along nicely:clap: :)

[Darkness]

You've done it again! I can't wait to see what happens next!
Coming along nicely:clap: :)
"YES!" :)

"Thanks guys!! I love playing with suspense in horror/thrillers. I'm glad you like it! Sorry it took so long." ;-)

[Patrick]

You're awesome, Darkness!

[Darkness]

You're awesome, Darkness!
"Thanks, Patrick! Maybe this one will be publishable." ;-)

[Darkness]

(Part 6)
"The Acorn Witch"
'By Darkness'

"Steady, and silent as the grave, they crept closer. Showing no sign of their passing, except a thin wake in the grasses where they moved. One by one, the shadows engulfed the bodies as they came across them. By the break of dawn all were gone except the one man. He awoke to the touch of strange caresses, and no feeling in his legs. He opened his eyes to see many roots and vines climbing his prone form, encasing it inch by inch. He could see nothing of his legs up to his knees, and the rest was quickly disappearing.

He grabbed his hunting blade, and started hacking away at the attacking tendrils, fighting to free his legs. All the time praying that they were still there. The more damage he inflicted on the strange plants, the quicker they moved, in an attempt to continue to envelop him. During the struggle, his hand found the hilt of a fellow clansman’s sword. He quickly traded up, and slowly started getting the better of the evil growth. As he freed his legs the sense of feeling began to return. So he concentrated on keeping them free, until he felt he could actually stand.

Still holding a strong defense, he pulled himself to his feet, and stumbled towards the sunrise. Dodging and hacking at the larger tendrils, as they tried desperately to catch him again. As the sun’s true light broke over the hills, opposite the villainous trees, one huge vine made a last attempt to grab at him. It wove itself through a small gash, in one of the shield plates of his armor, ripping the metal as it was forced to expand. Fortunately, for the man, the tear was close to the edge of the plate, and broke through with a loud snap. Leaving the tendril twined through half a shield plate, and the man free to flee the grip of its horror.

The battered soldier finished his story with the words, "After that, all I could think of was to follow the trail markers, and just kept running, until I collapsed onto the ground at the First Base Camp"

In the silent, temporary, shock, that followed the end of man’s report, the Healers helped him back to his bed. Leaving a hall of stunned Elders to ponder the reality of this madness. The look of pure fear in his eyes, as he recounted the almost fatal battle, told them that this was a threat, a very real threat, that could possible destroy them all. The Father was the first to break the silence, with a demand for more men, to get back his son. He, himself, would lead the next search. Reluctantly, and only after about three hours of debate, the Elders relented, under the condition that he take only battle worthy men to travel with him.

He agreed, and by noon all the preparations were finished. They left shortly after, and headed up the workers path to the place where the original Base Camp waited. There they ate, slept, and made the final plans, before heading out again at first light. Two men were left behind as Sentries, to guard the camp, the rest continued up the trail towards the forest. All seem as it should be, as they followed the path out of the field. The only signs they saw, of the lone man’s flight to safety, were an occasional piece of fallen armor, and bits torn clothing. They made their way along the trail, through the slowly changing terrain, until they came to the site of the second base camp."

~To Be Continued~

[Darkness]

(Part 7)
"The Acorn Witch"
'By Darkness'

"There was little left of the equipment, and nothing left of the bodies. Here and there they saw bits of broken armor, weapons, tent poles, and the like. Scattered, half buried by vines and grasses, looking like they had laid there for years. The only signs that there had been men there at all, were the occasional splatter of blood on a shield plate, or a piece of tattered cloth. Unwilling to sleep on what they considered the graves of their fellow clansmen, the men all agreed to return back down the path a ways, before setting up camp. Ten men were chosen to stand watch all night. They would be allowed to sleep, while the rest ventured into the dangers that awaited them, in the dark of that cold forest.

By the time the Father, and the rest of the men, returned to the second camp, even less could be seen of the original search party. The vines and grasses had claimed all but a couple of pieces of armor, and a single tent pole. The brush and shrubs were twice as tall as the day before, yet the one pathway remained. Leading straight into the shadows of the forest beyond.

They continued along the trail, in silence, ever watchful of their surroundings. Half way across the over-grown clearing, one soldier noticed a ripple in the grass, out of the corner of his eye. But in the time it took him to turn his head, for a better look, it was too late. A wall of twisting vines and roots rose up out of the grass, and fell on him like a giant wave. A single scream was all he had time to utter, before the tendrils enclosed him in their vicious grasp. In a blink, they were all surrounded by this wall of writhing plants.

For every one they sliced into, many more appeared. It was as if they had planned it all along. The soldiers in the center hacked wildly at the vines, in a feeble attempt to free their comrades in front of them. But in their frenzy, they fail to notice that the smaller vines, and roots, were slowly wrapping themselves up their legs. Before they had the time to react, the little tendrils quickly stretched up, reaching first the shoulders, then the arms. Once there they drew ever tighter, until the soldiers could no longer defend themselves.

Soon the Father was surrounded by the screams of his men, woven like eerie statues, in a twitching mass of those aggressive tendrils. The soldier’s weapons had ceased to move, for they were bound totally in the plant's grip. Their screams were soon silenced, as the plant’s numbing effect sedated them. When the bewitched vines closed in on the Father, he looked straight at that demonic forest and shouted in desperation,

"Give Me Back My Son!!"

The writhing of the vines slowed to a halt, as a strange reply echoed softly in his head,

*Father? Is that you?*

~To Be Continued~

[Pain]

Very good Darkness:clap: :)

[Dark_Mistress]

you are one talented writer my sis and evil twin keep writing woman i need more to read....... huggles girl :) :drinking: :clap:

[Nemesis]

Fantastic!

[Darkness]

"Thanks Guys!! The more folks enjoy reading it, the more I enjoy writing it." :)

[Pain]

Keep writing then you crazy mofo!:lol:

[Darkness]

"This is my 9/11 Tribute. I wrote it the day after it all happened, and once a year I share it somewhere."

"Children of The Aftermath"
'By Darkness'

Little hands waving good-bye for now.
Little eyes looking so lonely.
'Take care, and have fun in the city.
Come home soon, okay? We miss you.'

Little hands playing with crayons.
Little eyes looking gleeful.
'Such a good picture we've made today.
When they return from work we'll show them.'

Little hands playing with a baseball.
Little feet running in circles.
Little eyes watching the driveway with longing.
'Anytime now they should be returning.'

Little hands picking at dinner.
Little eyes looking confused.
'They should be home, where are they?
We don't like eating without them.'

Little hands gripping a pillow.
Little eyes shed a tear in the night.
'Why aren't they here? Have we been bad?
Did we make them go away from us?'

Little hands fumble with a flower.
Little eyes looking in pain on a grave.
'Why must they go in that dark, ugly hole?
Will they ever come see us again?'

Little hands locked tight in a fist.
Little eyes sobbing with sorrow.
Little hearts all lost and broken.
Little voices that can only ask 'Why?'

'Why did those bad men do it?'
'Why do they hate us so much?'
'Why did they do this mean thing to us?'
'Why did they hurt us like this?'

Little hands that now lay idle.
Little eyes that smile no more.
Little hearts feeling loss they should never have known.
Little lives now empty, and forever changed.

[Hitman]

girl you've got some serious tallent . I've only read the first couple , but I like them so far.

[Darkness]

(Part 8)
"The Acorn Witch"
'By Darkness'

"Yes, Son, and I’ve come to take you home."

*But I AM home, Father. Come, let me show you.*

With those words, the vines and roots started to recede, and the path opened up in front of the father, all the way to the forest’s edge. Freeing the heads of remaining surviving soldiers in the process. The Father could not move at first. He was filled with shock, at the thought of his only son calling that man-eating, tentacle waving, monster his ‘home’. It must be controlling him, and if that’s the case, he must go in, he has no other choice. He took the first, and hardest, step and began his solo journey into that terrifying darkness.

Just before he reached the shadows, he passed a single soldier who was not engulfed completely in tendrils. The young man had a look of total disbelief on his face. The father straightened his back rigidly, and put on a brave face, as he gave the trapped soldier an assuring wink. As he reached for his sword belt and lamp, he heard his son’s voice again.

*Leave them, weapons aren’t allowed. If you try the vines will surely kill you.*

"Then I walk into that monstrous blackness helpless."

*Do you trust me, Father?*

"With my life, Son."

*Then leave the weapon, I will protect you.*

"May I bring my lantern, to see my way through the darkness?"

*Of course. But you shouldn’t need it. Your journey won’t be long.*

"What of my men, those who still breathe?"

*They will be released, and allowed to return home. As long as they leave their weapons where they lay.*

The Father nodded, picked up his lamp and lit it, then strode forward. The lone soldier looked on, still dumb-founded by what he had witnessed. And considering he could only hear one side of the conversation, between Father and Son, he truly thought he was looking at a madman. As the Father approached the very edge of the trees, the young soldier found his voice, along with his courage, and shouted out,

"Don’t go, you fool! It’s suicide!!"

To which the Father replied, "Nonsense, he could never hurt Me.", and disappeared into the shadows. At such time, as promised, the vines and roots retreated back into the grasses, and one by one, the men slowly regained consciousness.


~To Be Continued~

[Darkness]

girl you've got some serious tallent . I've only read the first couple , but I like them so far.
"Thanks, Hitman! And welcome to my little world. I'm glad you're enjoying your visit." :)

[Dark_Mistress]

i love it as usual my evil twin Sis keep writing you're amazing!!!!!!!

[Nemesis]

http://www.allthingszombie.com/forums/images/smilies/clap.gif My goodness, you've done it again. I can't express how good this is. Every time you post a new part, I say the same thing, "Great Work!" or "It's fantastic!", but I really mean it. Each portion that you post, gets better and better.

Great work, it's fantastic. http://www.allthingszombie.com/forums/images/smilies/happy.gif

[Dark Wraith]

:greet: Darkness- :rock:
Children of the Aftermath was very touching...great job! Two down, many more to go :P Keep it up, I'll catch up eventually. Don't slow down on my account. hehe *Dark Wraith runs and Tickle/Hugs Darkness*
:hug:

[Dark_Mistress]

You so rock Sis my evil twin keep writing you're a talented woman........:)

[Darkness]

"My deepest apologies for the delay in the next part of 'The Acorn Witch'. I have once again commenced writing it and shall have the next installment posted soon. In the mean time, here's another one from the Haunted Vaults." :)

"Because That's What Friends Are For"
'By Darkness'

"Don’t ever let them fool you child, it does not need to hurt to heal.
No matter what they throw at you, they cannot tell you what you feel.
Just because they’ve got degrees, in this and that, and so much more,
They’ll never really understand what lies asleep behind your doors.

They say their rules give them the right to walk the shadows in your mind,
And cast a light on painful things your past has chosen to leave behind.
While all the while your spirit knows, this right is yours, and yours alone.
For their besiege is worse than rape, or angered blows that break the bones.
They tell you, “It’s your guilt, your sin. A bitter destiny awaits.
Your karma made you black inside. You’ll never see the pearly gates.”

Don’t dare believe them. It’s all lies. Fate’s Tapestry is changeable.
Just as the Christ knew in his heart, all things are rearrangeable.
For I can see beyond their sight, and past the skeletons within.
Down to the truth that is your soul, right down to where the tale begins.

Yes, yours has been a rocky road, full of spikes, thorns and walls.
A journey laced with treachery, and memories of painful falls.
I, too, have faced an ill-met fate, and walked the miles, and cried the tears;
And carried with me all the shame, I thought was mine, throughout the years.

I believed, inside, I was the cause. But this was not reality.
One day a dear friend touched my heart and, with her light, she set me free.
She showed me it was not my fault. I knew right off her words were true.
We talked, we cried, we shared a smile. The truth be known, that friend was you.
You proved to me there’s always time to find the peace we need so bad.
I hope that I have done the same. To see you healed would make me glad.
Let’s be strong together, friend, and win this battle they made us fight,
And, by the grace of all that’s good, we’ll live to see the dawning light
That waits for us beyond this storm. It’s then they’ll know that they were wrong,
In trying to make clones of us, and fit us in their chanted song.

We truly are forever blessed, for we’ve a power they can’t find.
It breeds a love they can not kill, despite the rules they have outlined.
So, when they say, “The cards are dealt, you’ve got no choice, must play the hand.”
Just laugh out loud, right in their face, and know that someone understands."

[ZombieJohn]

Excellent work darkness!!!:clap: :clap: :clap: :clap:

[Darkness]

"Since we are headed in to Winter here, I thought I'd share this little rhyme." :)

"To those of you who get 'Too Much Snow' every winter bare with me, please. I live in an area that almost NEVER gets serious snow. I miss it. If you would like to think of me when you read this, maybe you can send me some of 'Your Snow' for Christmas."

"So here is." ;-)

"My Christmas Wish"
'By Darkness'

"North Wind, blow your arctic breath our way.
We long for the blessing of your frozen kiss.
Exhale your frigid wind over our city.
Embrace us in your cold, crystalline arms,
And lay a white, winter, splendor over all."

"North Wind, blow your arctic breath our way.
We long to see grand, fluffy flakes fill the air.
To watch them pile into deep drifts everywhere.
To build fine ice castles and huge, snow dragons.
To walk through a frozen, white wonderland."

"North Wind, blow your arctic breath our way.
Touch our land with the magic only you possess.
The most beautiful magic of Winter's realm
Is an honor only you are allowed to bestow.
Share with us your gift of a white Christmas."

"North Wind, blow your arctic breath our way.
We extend to you a personal invitation.
The stage is set, the door of change stands open.
The scene is cast and awaits your blustery entrance.
Only your visage can star in this performance."

[Dark Wraith]

Wishing you a white winter Darkness, as long as I don't have to shovel any of that crap off the sidewalk :P :drinking:

[DarkDryad]

I absolutely love the poem, Lady. I hope that you get your wish! *sends good vibes*

- DarkDryad

[Nemesis]

Cool poem, Darkness.

[ZombieJohn]

Cool poem, Darkness.

Everything is cool huh? Darkness where do you come up with this cool stuff? What is everyones favorite poems of hers?

[zombieslayer69]

wow, your amazing. all i can do is rock hard on the guitar and sing.

[ZombieJohn]

wow, your amazing. all i can do is rock hard on the guitar and sing.

:lol: Darkness's lyrics! SZ69 VIBE!:lol:

[zombieslayer69]

:lol: Darkness's lyrics! SZ69 VIBE!:lol:

oh hell yeah!!!!!!Darkness, can you write some a lyrics, just a short song and ill record it for everyone. make an ATZ theme song, if u can.

[ZombieJohn]

oh hell yeah!!!!!!Darkness, can you write some a lyrics, just a short song and ill record it for everyone. make an ATZ theme song, if u can.

Hmmmm do I smell top hits list? I am getting 50% of your earing guys right? :lol:

[zombieslayer69]

Hmmmm do I smell top hits list? I am getting 50% of your earing guys right? :lol:

how bout 5%, and thats cause you gave me the idea. haha, sure 50%.

[ZombieJohn]

how bout 5%, and thats cause you gave me the idea. haha, sure 50%.

Hey what was your favorite poem? We need to get back on topic:lol:

[zombieslayer69]

i went back and read a couple and i loved Haunted Realm.

[Darkness]

*Darkness pounces everyone with tickle/tackle hugs.* :hug:

"Topic? What Topic? OH, Yea, The topic is ME!" :lol:


"ZombieJohn, they come from my dreams, my imagination and the crazy world around me." ;-)

"And zombieslayer69, I'd be happy to. I have many other poems too, and most of them would make great songs as well. That has actually been one of my life long dreams. To find just the right musician who can make my words sing." :)

[zombieslayer69]

*Darkness pounces everyone with tickle/tackle hugs.* :hug:

"Topic? What Topic? OH, Yea, The topic is ME!" :lol:


"ZombieJohn, they come from my dreams, my imagination and the crazy world around me." ;-)

"And zombieslayer69, I'd be happy to. I have many other poems too, and most of them would make great songs as well. That has actually been one of my life long dreams. To find just the right musician who can make my words sing." :)

send me some if you want, and ill see what i can do. i suppose you like slower, dreamier songs right?

[Darkness]

send me some if you want, and ill see what i can do. i suppose you like slower, dreamier songs right?

"The speed of the music is only important to the words. If they fit better being played at a slow speed, do so. If they sound better at a faster tempo, by all means give it a try." :)

"I'll dig a few up for you. In the mean time go ahead and see if you can fit any of the ones already posted to music." :)

[zombieslayer69]

"The speed of the music is only important to the words. If they fit better being played at a slow speed, do so. If they sound better at a faster tempo, by all means give it a try." :)

"I'll dig a few up for you. In the mean time go ahead and see if you can fit any of the ones already posted to music." :)

ok, ill have to get a new tuner cause i lost mine and the cold weather pulled my guiutr out of tune, but ill try and play somethin to the last poem or somethin.

[zombieslayer69]

i just played some chords to your last one you posted, and it sounded pretty good. it wasnt christmasy but it sounded good. ill try a few others, but your words and my playin and singing mixed well.

[Darkness]

i just played some chords to your last one you posted, and it sounded pretty good. it wasnt christmasy but it sounded good. ill try a few others, but your words and my playin and singing mixed well.

"Way cool." :)

"I can't wait to hear what you come up with." :)

[Darkness]

*Darkness clears out the cobwebs and straightens all the pictures.* ;-)

"Bumpski!" :)

[darkchong]

darkness ,
ur story were like very very nice the read tru tho i felt sometimes of me chair coz ur so right in differrent story's that i feel related to it
can't hardly wait too read the rest of u
ur really good keep me posted if u do new things darkness
coz u made me curious to read the rest and ur one heck of a author loolz
keep up the good work was glad to read those story's based on tru facts
nice job !!!! :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap:

[pogosama]

Darkness! Oh how I've missed the creepiness this place gives off. I ran through what I've missed and must say you've done some excellent work while I've been away. I'll be glad to see whatever else spawns in this dark cozy little corner of ATZ. Its a shame its been empty for awhile. Try and write some new stuff if your not doing anything. :)

[Darkness]

"Here's one a bit on the lighter side."

"A Lion In My Dream"

Casting off, I sent my heartship floating on your sea.
You welcomed me, with winds, and waves and maps of destiny.
With many cities, ports, and harbors, left so far behind,
I found myself imagining a shore I could not find.
This was before I understood the sparkle in your eye,
For darkness came, and with it rain, and clouds that filled the sky.
They beat the rails, and tore the sails, as if to leave me lame.
My tempest raged relentlessly, and played an eerie game.
With the dawn, there came a thought, the shadow of my joy.
Despite the light the sun had brought, and clouds it might destroy,
It's fiery gaze unmasked a haze, which made me realize
One cannot cross this sea of love on hopes built up on lies.
Delusions formed that blinding fog from tears of loves gone stray.
It left my heart befuddled in fear I'd lose my way.
I huddled in the selfishness that hid me from my goal.
Alone, aboard this massive ship, the vessel of my soul.
I drifted, lost, for seven days, abandoned it would seem.
Searching for the slightest sign, a vision, or a dream.
At last I slept, and in my mind crept mysteries entwined
While rivers, deep, flowed rich with hope from answers undefined.
For in my dream I saw, it seemed, a beacon on the shore.

It called out, "Swim! I'll not grow dim, but shine forevermore!"

It's voice had drawn me to a land where mountains touch the skies.
Upon the grass a lion sat, with soft, blue, haunting eyes.
Then, flaunting his entirety, this kingly beast arose.
He came, but without daunting me, and spoke of inner woes.

"My home lies just beyond these cliffs, yet climbing them I fail,
And though I'd like to go around, my ship has lost it's sail.
And even if I could return, I'd still rule all alone.
You see, my dear, I have no Queen. Not one to share my throne."

I gently stroked his curly mane, then dried away his tears,
And said to him, in soothing tones, "I, too, have many fears.
My sea was thrashed by hurricanes, and tidal waves of pain.
I lingered there, in loneliness, on waters of disdain.
My spirit was an island home, protected by a mote,
Until I learned it had become a sail, without a boat."

At this he smiled, then took my hand, and said, "Come ride with me!
The union of our hearts may raise a tide to set us free!"

"Our journey won't be easy, love," I answered in return,
"The weaving of your soul, with mine, is something we must earn."

"Then earn we shall!!" The beast declared, and bellowed out a roar,
"And by the grace of God we'll find our way to heaven's door!
We'll swim in lakes of honesty, and sleep in glades of truth.
We'll sow the seeds of purity, and reap the joys of youth!!"

As we wandered along the beach, and left his empty cave,
The dawn of our reality poured forth a massive wave.
At that we knew our love was blessed by 'That Which Reigns Supreme'
The spray of truth, that hit our eyes, had left a lasting gleam.
We found, then, we could penetrate the veil of misty air,
And find the sea lane to the land which we were meant to share.
So, casting off, one final time, we ventured towards the sun,
Around the 'Sea of Doubt' to reach the bay of 'We Are One'.
For on the 'Isle of Unity', beneath the 'Stars of Fate';
Where only souls of living faith can pass the temple gates;
There stands, in time, twin thrones that shine a light of magic sheen,
And in the woods the birds await, to greet their King and Queen.

-FINIS-

[Dark Wraith]

Well done Darkness, I loved it!!! Keep up the writing, love to read more.

[Darkness]

"Welcome back, Dark Wraith! And thank you." :)

[InfamuzZombie]

ok...how do you write stories on this
:x

[Darkness]

ok...how do you write stories on this
:x

"I'm not sure I understand the question. Sorry."

[InfamuzCorpse]

"I thought you might like a sample of something I've done, so here is a short story I wrote a long time ago. I hope you like it."

"The Knock"
'By Darkness'

The lightening crackled on the horizon, casting an eerie glow through the windows of the library in which he sits. There, by the candle’s light and the fire’s blaze he reads, book after book, of the haunting folklore which envelops this wooded valley. Hounds, hell-spawned and blood thirsty, so black the cloak of night renders them invisible. Even under the full moon they are only shadows. Their eyes shine, like red hot coals, stabbing the darkness. Their insatiable appetite for terror knows no master, save the Devil himself. No one is safe in the forest at night, and few are safe in the daylight.

Suddenly, rising from somewhere deep in the storm, a piercing howl invades his ears. Hushed, like a memory from a forgotten dream. Shaking it off, he returns to his research. After turning a few pages, there on the next one, is the only known sketch of the beasts. Drawn by the dying hand of the longest surviving victim. The sun had shown bright that day, the detail is perfect. He lifts the book, to carry it to the fireplace, for a better look. From between the last few pages a piece of parchment falls to the floor. Without missing a step, he picks it up and continues to a chair by the hearth. Once seated, he turns his attention to the writing on the parchment, instead of the book. The note is in a sanscrit unfamiliar to him, but some of the words have been translated already. Among the sentences in English, two partial ones catch his eye, ‘….the hounds that haunt…..’ and ‘…Only one path to their destruction.’ Placing the book and parchment on the stones of the hearth, he gets up and crosses the room, to one of the many bookshelves that line the walls.

As he stands there, scanning over the titles for one on sanscrits, a baleful howl fractures the stillness. So like the first, yet louder and much closer. This is trailed by a wail that shivers the soul. That of a mortal, who has just seen the approaching face of death. He trembles for the nearness of it all, wondering whether he should have built a great wall around his Keep, as the villagers had warned him to do.

Another howl comes. This one vibrates off the outer stone walls, lingering for awhile within. Before the echoes can die, three booming knocks ring out, from the huge oak door on the far side of the castle. At first he is unable to move, his feet frozen to the ground by a shock-wave of reality. This doesn’t last, and soon he is running down halls, past rooms, seeking the shortest route through this massive home. Mid-stride he stops cold, for the howls have returned, followed almost immediately, by three desperate, heavy, knocks, falling faster than the first. Split-seconds pass, and then he hears a wail that rattles the metal and shakes the crystal. The knocks, howls and screams become so simultaneous that they begin to fuse into one terrifying sound. Fighting the urge to turn tail, he commences running, only a slight more hesitant. When he enters the main hall, that ends in the door which is his goal, the clamor is at such a volume he has to cover his ears, or scream in pain himself.

The seconds it takes him, to complete the distance, could well have been an hour, he would have not have known the difference. He moves a trembling hand towards the latch as three knocks explode throughout the castle, reluctantly paused, each having the time to echo. Then comes a silence tainted with an air of death. The only sound to follow is that of the claws and pads of the hounds, brushing the porch stones as they leave. A grandfather clock ticks the moments away as he tarries there, frozen like a statue, his hand still raised half-way between his side and the door. His hand completes the journey so slowly that he is hardly aware of it. The cold solidity of the brass handle is enough to stir his senses out of the fog of fear. Momentarily numb, he opens the door. Midnight looms beyond it. As if compelled, haltingly, he looks down. A mute scream sticks in his throat like a bad piece of gristle. For there at his feet lays a hideous puddle of blood and bones that only moments before was a man.

As he turns slowly back into his castle, and closes the door behind him, he knows that tomorrow he will start making the plans for a great wall.

~Finis~
how do you post stories????? TELL ME!:x

[InfamuzCorpse]

TELL ME HOW TO WRITE STORIES ON THIS....PLEASE TELL ME!!!!!!!!!:x

[Darkness]

TELL ME HOW TO WRITE STORIES ON THIS....PLEASE TELL ME!!!!!!!!!:x

"Now, Now! There's no need to yell." :naughty:

"You just start a Thread, here in the Shameless Plugs Section, and start writing. It's quite easy." :)

[Darkness]

(Part 9)
"The Acorn Witch"
'By Darkness'

As the rest of the survivors regained their senses, and started stumbling around, the soldier that witnessed the Father's departure stood staring at the vast forest. An old seasoned Sargent of Arms walked up to him, and asked him where their leader went. All the bewildered soldier could do was raise an unsteady hand, and point into the blackness beyond.

The older man looked down at the sword, belt, and other gear, sitting on the ground at the young man's feet.

"He left his weapon?"

"He took nothing but his lamp." replied the young man in a shaky voice. "And before he left, he spoke into the darkness. As if it could hear him."

The young one then turned and looked at him with questioning eyes, unsure how to continue. Failing to find the courage, he dropped his gaze to the old man's boots. The Sargent placed a steadying hand on the other's shoulder, and with gentle words, finally encouraged him to go on.

"You'll think I've lost all sanity, sir. In truth, I'm not so sure I haven't. As I said, he spoke to the darkness, and......well........ Sir?........he called it, 'Son'."

The old soldier stared into that devious black growth, and felt an icy chill slowly climb up his spine. With much effort, he pulled his eyes away, and surveyed the ragged circle of survivors milling about in an uneasy daze. He knew he could not let this disappearance break his nerves, if he was to get these men back to the village. Squaring his shoulders, he commanded them all to attention. He ordered them to re-group and head back to the last camp. There they would rest for a bit, then continue on, to the original base camp.

After receiving their orders, they all began to collect what gear could be found. At this time a lot of them noticed that although most of their packs and belongings were fairly simple to find, all the weapons were no where to be seen. Save for the Old Father's sword, which was only half buried.

"He will want to have this back..." One warrior quietly stated as he reached to free it from the ground, "...should he be lucky enough to return."

When he heard these words, the one who watched the father vanish spun around, and noticed movement rippling through the grass around the man's feet. And as the sword tip cleared the earth, tiny tendrils climbed over his boots, and began stretching upward.

"Stop!" The younger man shouted. But it appeared to be too late. The man who freed the blade began to sink, as if the very earth was swallowing him whole.


~To Be Continued~

[Darkness]

"To all my friends who may be feeling a bit ignored, as of late, I'd like to wholeheartedly apologize. I got over whelmed with this thing called life." :scare:

"Let me explain how this happened."

"Just before Easter, I got my new Twin Fit Dressmaker's Dress Form. So I started the ever-growing task of finishing up all those backed-up projects, that I couldn't get to fit right before. Next came the new wheels for my roller skates, and being as I haven't been on skates for a long time, I had to spend some time getting my legs back into shape."

"Both these things have filled my time more than before, but I have to say, getting into shape, and making my own 'oh-my-god!-you-look-great!' wardrobe, to me are worth the time they consume. I hope you all can understand." :pray:

"If you go back one page, you'll notice that I DID manage to add a page to 'The Acorn Witch'. I hope to be able to work on it some more soon." :)

"Thank you for your patience and support."

(By the way, if there is something we were addressing before I got lost in life, please feel free to PM me and remind me as to what it was." :think: )

[Darkness]

"HEY GUYS!!"
"Many of you know me for my stories and such, more than anything else. Well, Fans, I have a quest for you.":)

"I have notice a lot of folks getting their start through forums, like a few posters in this one. And I have been thinking a lot, lately, about working on a movie. I have a story, but it's not a Horror, Sci Fi or Zombie Movie. It's a Fantasy. Very much along the same genre lines as Eragon, Willow, Lord of The Rings and Dungeons & Dragons/Dungeons & Dragons 2: Wrath of the Dragon God. With a bit of Krull and Conan style stuff thrown in."

"What I need is a crew and people. I want to film in the Northwest area of the States, as I find the land there beautiful. It has a wide mix of terrains, as well as climates. This could include lower Southwest Canada as well."

"If you are interested in helping me create my dream, PM me. Only serious minded folks please, as it may require temporary relocationing. I believe that together we can make this happen, and from there the door will be open for all of us to full fill our movie dreams."



"I have a dream..................care to help me make it real?" :pray:

[Darkness]

"Well, guys? Like my new look?" :evil: :lol:


"I posted in the Test Section, but it seems very few ever go there." :lol:

[Darkness]

"Now that I've finally finished moving, I can start sorting all my paper work and find more goodies to post for you guys." :)

"You Have Been Warned." :evil:

[Darkness]

"Tick, Tock..."
'By Darkness'

"Time. Time, time, slipping past,
As I count the days gone by.

Tick.......

Sunrise, sunset, and around again,
Measuring off the moments waited.

Tock.......

Sweet Solstist, where is your power?
Has progress driven you too deep?

Tick.......

Have the sands buried your warmth,
Leaving no map to trace?

Tock.......

Have the unbelievers shrouded your glow,
From the souls of your children?

Tick.......

Is the faith of only one enough to work?
Can I find your pathway alone?

Tock.......

Or is that thought too corrupt with pride,
Lurking in the shadows to watch me fall?

Tick.......

Some thoughts hold doubts in the waiting,
Lingering clouds that come and go.

Tock.......

Is this the 'Darkness before the Dawn',
I've heard so much about?

Tick.......

Or just the edge of the shadow yet to come,
Ready to pounce on my sunny day?

Tock.

[Darkness]

"Hey Bad Zombie Night! I think you may be able to finally appreciate these now! They are a few christmas songs I filked into Dark Shadow Carols." :lol: :)




"Collinwood"
"Sung to the tune of 'Silver Bells'."


"Werewolves howling, Spirits prowling,
Through the forest at night.
In the attic the old ghosts are dancing."

"Caldrons bubble brewing trouble,
As the Gypsies unite.
And above all the chanting we hear…"

"Collinwood! Collinwood!
Your haunted timbers are groaning.
Feel the chill from Widow’s Hill.
We love your cursed halls, Collinwood!"

"Zombies lurking, Demons smirking,
Lonely strangers beware!
One wrong turn and you’ll not see the morning."

"Spooks that quiver make you shiver.
As their wails fill the air,
And above all the moaning we hear."

"Collinwood! Collinwood!
Your haunted timbers are groaning.
Feel the chill from Widow’s Hill.
We love your cursed halls, Collinwood!"

[Darkness]

"Here's one of my favorite ones..." :)

"Haunted Collinwood"
"Sung to the tune of 'Winter Wonderland'"


"There's a ghost! Why are you screaming?
A headless corpse. No you’re not dreaming.
A fright you will see, if you come with me,
Walking in a Haunted Collinwood."

"Werewolves run in the moonlight.
Gypsies dance in the dark night.
There're spooks in the hall and spirits that call,
Walking in a Haunted Collinwood."

"In the Old House we have got a vampire,
So beware of bats in the sky.
Angelique’s a witch with cold desire.
If you piss her off just wave good-bye."

"In the day it's all too cheery.
But midnight hour is nice and eerie.
With shadows that creep and voices that weep,
Walking in a Haunted Collinwood."

"In the graveyard we can have a seance.
I hope Josette's ghost will join the fun.
Then we can awaken all our dead aunts,
And watch the uncles run off, one by one."

"On Widow's Hill the moans are thrilling.
The banshee's cry sets bones a chilling.
We love a good scare, so come if you dare,
Walking in a Haunted Collinwood!
Walking in a Haunted Collinwood!!"

[Bad Zombie Night]

"Here's one of my favorite ones..." :)

"Haunted Collinwood"
"Sung to the tune of 'Winter Wonderland'"


"There's a ghost! Why are you screaming?
A headless corpse. No you’re not dreaming.
A fright you will see, if you come with me,
Walking in a Haunted Collinwood."

"Werewolves run in the moonlight.
Gypsies dance in the dark night.
There're spooks in the hall and spirits that call,
Walking in a Haunted Collinwood."

"In the Old House we have got a vampire,
So beware of bats in the sky.
Angelique’s a witch with cold desire.
If you piss her off just wave good-bye."

"In the day it's all too cheery.
But midnight hour is nice and eerie.
With shadows that creep and voices that weep,
Walking in a Haunted Collinwood."

"In the graveyard we can have a seance.
I hope Josette's ghost will join the fun.
Then we can awaken all our dead aunts,
And watch the uncles run off, one by one."

"On Widow's Hill the moans are thrilling.
The banshee's cry sets bones a chilling.
We love a good scare, so come if you dare,
Walking in a Haunted Collinwood!
Walking in a Haunted Collinwood!!"



Did you write this one yourself or did you copy it from somewhere? http://media.scout.com/media/forums/emoticons/crazy.gif

[Darkness]

"I write ALL my own Filks." :)

"Like it?"

[Bad Zombie Night]

"I write ALL my own Filks." :)

"Like it?"


Your creative flow never ceases to amaze me. http://www.allthingszombie.com/forums/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=2

[Darkness]

"Glad you like them! Here's another one for you." :)


"Reverend Trask Is Ranting Again"
"Sung to the tune of 'Santa Claus Is Coming To Town'."


"We better not sin! We better not curse!
Don't anger your kin or things will get worse!
Reverend Trask is ranting again!"

"He's preaching it once! He's preaching it twice!
He says we're hell bound if we shun his advice!
Reverend Trask is ranting again!"

"He claims that we're all evil.
We're just a bit possessed.
Maybe we should get some bricks,
And put his mouth to rest!"

"So, we better not sin! We better not curse!
Don't anger your kin or things will get worse!
Reverend Trask is ranting again!
Reverend Trask is ranting again!!!!!"

[Darkness]

"Here's another one of my favorites." :)

"Leticia's Lament"
"Sung to the tune of 'Silver Bells'."


"Running through the storm,
Lightening at my back.
With a severed form,
Hidden in a sack.
Lurking in a cave,
A body waits for me.
To which I am a slave,
Until it sets me free."

"Oh, Zachary, Zachary!
You promised you would stay!
I gave you back your head and now,
You've gone and run away!"

"He should have left it there,
To wither and decay.
But Desmond brought it back,
And scared his mom away!
Now Ben is quite upset.
He says, "Destroy the head!"
Then it finds him in the woods,
And now the poor sod's dead!"

"Oh, Zachary, Zachary!
You promised you would stay!
I gave you back your head and now,
You've gone and run away!"

"In a dream they met.
Now Desmond is a pawn.
He must find the body and,
He dare not take too long.
Although he did his best,
Tim arrived there first.
Tim disturbed the body's rest,
And added to the cursed."

"Oh, Zachary, Zachary!
You promised you would stay!
I gave you back your head and now,
You've gone and run away!"

"It then made me its slave.
Demanding to be one.
I found a body in a cave,
And half my work was done.
Life came with a spark.
Now my soul will pay.
For once he found out he could walk,
He turned and walked away!"

"Oh, Zachary, Zachary!
You promised you would stay!
I gave you back your head and now,
You've gone and run away!"

[Darkness]

"OOOOO! I think you'll like this one." :)

"Reverend Trask"
"Song To The Tune Of 'Mr. Grinch'."


“You’re a cruel one, Reverend Trask.
Your sermons are a bore.
You’re as welcome as the plague,
You’re so rotten to the core, Reverend Trask.
You’re a creepy, black, festering, sore!”

“You’re a cold one, Reverend Trask.
Your heart’s a block of ice.
Your head is full of demons,
Your clothes are full of lice, Reverend Trask.
I wouldn’t wish you on a den of infested mice!”

“You’re a dark one, Reverend Trask.
You’ve devils in your soul.
You have all the social grace,
Of a knarly old troll, Reverend Trask.
Given the choice, I’d rather date the knarly old troll!”

“You’re a mean one, Reverend Trask.
You’re an evil King of Greed.
Your visions are corrupt and,
You sow a bitter seed, Reverend Trask.
You’re an over-cooked rotten egg and worm stew,
Topped with stinkweed!”

“You think you're righteous, Reverend Trask.
In truth, you’ve been enslaved.
Your loving wife you slain,
For the riches that you craved, Reverend Trask.
Your record is a twisted vision, laden with so many sins,
You may never be saved!”

“You're so annoying, Reverend Trask.
You’re an icky, sticky, crick.
You’re mean to little children,
And I think that’s really sick, Reverend Trask.
The steps I’d take to cure you are as follows, and I quote,
“Brick! Bricking,! Bricked!”

[Darkness]

"Warning: keep an eye on this post....it's gonna grow over the days." :) :lol:

"First Christmas At Collinwood"
"Sung to the tune of 'The Twelve Days Of Christmas'"


"On the first day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"There's a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the second day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"We've got bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the third day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"We have ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the fourth day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"There's a zombie in the kitchen,
Ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the fifth day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"This place is strange!!!!!
There's a zombie in the kitchen,
Ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the sixth day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"I saw a coffin in the basement.
This place is strange!!!!!
There's a zombie in the kitchen,
Ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the seventh day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"I saw a vampire in the bathroom,
A coffin in the basement.
This place is strange!!!!!
There's a zombie in the kitchen,
Ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the eighth day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"There's a banshee in the bedroom,
A vampire in the bathroom,
A coffin in the basement.
This place is strange!!!!!
There's a zombie in the kitchen,
Ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the ninth day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"There's a demon in the mirror,
A banshee in the bedroom,
A vampire in the bathroom,
A coffin in the basement.
This place is strange!!!!!
There's a zombie in the kitchen,
Ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the tenth day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"There's a witch at the window,
A demon in the mirror,
A banshee in the bedroom,
A vampire in the bathroom,
A coffin in the basement.
This place is strange!!!!!
There's a zombie in the kitchen,
Ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the eleventh day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"There's a skeleton in the closet,
A witch at the window,
A demon in the mirror,
A banshee in the bedroom,
A vampire in the bathroom,
A coffin in the basement.
This place is strange!!!!!
There's a zombie in the kitchen,
Ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the Twelfth Day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"Please take me home, there's a
Skeleton in the closet,
A witch at the window,
A demon in the mirror,
A banshee in the bedroom,
A vampire in the bathroom,
A coffin in the basement.
This place is strange!!!!!
There's a zombie in the kitchen,
Ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!!!"

[Darkness]

"In the mean time, I'll keep posting my other creations too." :evil:


"Here Comes Barnabas"
"Sung to the tune of 'Here Comes Santa Claus'."


"Here comes Barnabas! Here comes Barnabas!
In the fading light.
Julia and Willie hide in the shadows,
While he looks for a bite.
Wolves are howling and spooks are prowling.
And all is dark and right.
So hang your garlic and grab your crosses,
Cause Barnabas comes tonight!"

"Here comes Barnabas! Here comes Barnabas!
In the fading light.
He's real hungry and looking for someone,
To feed his appetite.
All around this great big town,
He'll roam till morning bright.
So bar your windows and lock your doors,
Cause Barnabas comes tonight!"

"Here comes Barnabas! Here comes Barnabas!
In the fading light.
He can hear your beating heart,
Pounding with your fright.
So if you wish to see the sunrise,
Stay out of his sight.
Calm your soul and find a hole,
Cause Barnabas comes tonight!"

"Here comes Barnabas! Here comes Barnabas!
In the fading light.
He spends his daytime in a coffin,
Shut away real tight.
You best worry if he finds you,
For he will drain you white.
So stay inside and remember to hide,
Cause Barnabas comes tonight!!"

[TheDeadHarlequinQueen]

Wow Darkness! You write so well. =D I'm jealous and impressed!

[Darkness]

"Here's another twisted gem." :)

"Let Him Burn!!"
"Sung to the tune of 'Let It Snow'."


"Oh, Nicholas helped a demon,
But now his soul is screaming.
For Diabolas said, real stern,
"Let him burn! Let him burn! Let him burn!"

"Cause Nicholas got distracted,
To Maggie he was attracted.
So Diabalos said, "He'll learn!"
"Let him burn! Let him burn! Let him burn!"

"Then Diabolas said, "Okay."
"As long as you make her my slave."
But Nicholas said, "No way!"
And thought he was being real brave."

"Now Nicholas wasn't too clever.
In that flame he's stuck forever.
For demanded the demon he spurned,
"Let him burn! Let him burn! Let Him Burn!!"

[Darkness]

"Here's another fun tune." :)

"Oh, Angelique! Oh, Angelique!"
"Sung to the tune of ‘Oh, Christmas Tree! Oh, Christmas Tree!’"


"Oh, Angelique! Oh, Angelique!
Your pins are sharp and deadly.
Oh, Angelique! Oh, Angelique!
Your pins are sharp and deadly."

"With whispered words, your spell is cast.
Your dreams recall a haunted past.
Oh, Angelique! Oh, Angelique!
Your pins are sharp and deadly"

"Oh, Angelique! Oh, Angelique!
How twisted is your passion?
Oh, Angelique! Oh, Angelique!
How twisted is your passion?"

"In a rage, your love you cursed.
With a deep, and bloody, thirst.
Oh, Angelique! Oh, Angelique!
How twisted is your passion?"

"Oh, Angelique! Oh, Angelique!
What do your visions tell you?
Oh, Angelique! Oh, Angelique!
What do your visions tell you?"

"Do they reveal you’re pending fate,
Or will you see it far too late?
Oh, Angelique! Oh, Angelique!
What do your visions tell you?"

[Darkness]

"Here's a short one, but a good one none the less, I think." :)

"The Haunting Song"
"Sung to the tune of 'The Christmas Song'."


"Blair is roasting on an open fire.
Trask is bricked up in a wall.
Angelique is obsessed by desire,
And Sarah's headed for a fall."

"Count Petrofi,
Knows some magic and an ancient ring,
Helped to birth this realm of fright.
Demon spawns, with their eyes glowing red,
Are hunting many souls tonight."

"Best watch for shadows in the sky,
For Barnabas is now a vampire who can fly.
We have a zombie over there,
And many ghosts that wander through the air."

"Julieanka has her doll and pins,
Crazy Jenny has her knives.
I know you've been warned, but I'll say it again,
Better Run for Your Lives!"



:lol:

[Darkness]

"Here's my personal favorite, so I saved it for last." :)

"My Beautiful Angelique Collins"
"Sung to the Tune of both 'Greensleeves', and 'What Child Is This'."


"My love has got me in her spell.
These are things that she knows of well.
She stole my heart and she bound my soul.
Now I must love her forever."

"Woe is me, my love is a witch.
I am bound to her by a doll and stitch.
Woe is me, I still love my witch.
My Beautiful Angelique Collins."

"I first saw her in the dead of night.
Standing there in the full moon's light.
She looked at me and I lost my will.
Now I must hold her forever."

"Woe is me, my love is a witch.
I am bound to her by a doll and stitch.
Woe is me, I still love my witch.
My Beautiful Angelique Collins."

"That fateful day she became my wife,
I vowed to share with her all my life.
I dared to lay in another's arms.
Now she has cursed me forever."

"Woe is me, my love is a witch.
I am bound to her by a doll and stitch.
Woe is me, I still love my witch.
My Beautiful Angelique Collins."

"She looks at me with a cold distain.
It fills my body with burning pain.
Yet still I beg her for just one kiss.
I pray she won't hate me forever."

"Woe is me, my love is a witch.
I am bound to her by a doll and stitch.
Woe is me, I still love my witch.
My Beautiful Angelique Collins."

"Many lifetimes have passed me by.
Still my love will not let me die.
I've lost all hope that she may forget.
Yet I shall love her forever."

"Woe is me, my love is a witch.
I am bound to her by a doll and stitch.
"Woe is me, I still love my witch.
My Beautiful Angelique Collins."

"Listen close to these words so wise.
Know what lies behind haunted eyes.
Make no promises you can't keep.
They will be with you forever."

"Woe is me, my love is a witch.
I am bound to her by a doll and stitch.
Woe is me, I still love my witch.
My Beautiful Angelique Collins."

[Darkness]

"And ''First Christmas At Collinwood' sung to the tune of 'Twelve Days Of Christmas', is now complete. (Page 13, Post 194.) Enjoy your twisted Caroling!" :)

[RIP]

"And ''First Christmas At Collinwood' sung to the tune of 'Twelve Days Of Christmas', is now complete. (Page 13, Post 194.) Enjoy your twisted Caroling!" :)

Yeah I read it earlier this morning and forgot to tell you that the was a very cool read. Congrats!!!!:clap::drinking:

[Bad Zombie Night]

Darkness is becoming ATZ's resident minstrel. http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y152/bzn123/Smileys/B-Days%20-%20Party/guitar.gif

[zmbvan]

"Warning: keep an eye on this post....it's gonna grow over the days." :) :lol:

"First Christmas At Collinwood"
"Sung to the tune of 'The Twelve Days Of Christmas'"


"On the first day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"There's a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the second day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"We've got bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the third day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"We have ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the fourth day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"There's a zombie in the kitchen,
Ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the fifth day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"This place is strange!!!!!
There's a zombie in the kitchen,
Ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the sixth day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"I saw a coffin in the basement.
This place is strange!!!!!
There's a zombie in the kitchen,
Ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the seventh day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"I saw a vampire in the bathroom,
A coffin in the basement.
This place is strange!!!!!
There's a zombie in the kitchen,
Ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the eighth day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"There's a banshee in the bedroom,
A vampire in the bathroom,
A coffin in the basement.
This place is strange!!!!!
There's a zombie in the kitchen,
Ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the ninth day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"There's a demon in the mirror,
A banshee in the bedroom,
A vampire in the bathroom,
A coffin in the basement.
This place is strange!!!!!
There's a zombie in the kitchen,
Ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the tenth day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"There's a witch at the window,
A demon in the mirror,
A banshee in the bedroom,
A vampire in the bathroom,
A coffin in the basement.
This place is strange!!!!!
There's a zombie in the kitchen,
Ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the eleventh day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"There's a skeleton in the closet,
A witch at the window,
A demon in the mirror,
A banshee in the bedroom,
A vampire in the bathroom,
A coffin in the basement.
This place is strange!!!!!
There's a zombie in the kitchen,
Ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!"

"On the Twelfth Day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
"Please take me home, there's a
Skeleton in the closet,
A witch at the window,
A demon in the mirror,
A banshee in the bedroom,
A vampire in the bathroom,
A coffin in the basement.
This place is strange!!!!!
There's a zombie in the kitchen,
Ghosts in the hallway,
Bats in the attic,
And a werewolf hiding in the back yard!!!"

I really enjoyed the daily updates on this one.

[Darkness]

:drinking: "YAY! MY SIGS BACK!!" :drinking:

[ERiKDude]

*high fives*

[fast1]

sued and haunted christmas season..



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[Darkness]

sued and haunted christmas season..



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"Murrrrrrrrr?????????" :loon:

[Darkness]

"What did you mean, by that statement, fast1?" :think:

[Xombie11]

;-) "My Dear Sadistic Sibling, I still wonder that same thing, and it's MY head." :lol:

or is it?:evil:

[ZombieKat]

"Okay. here's one of my favorites."

"Ode To A Rolling Stone"
'By Darkness'

I've been to the graveyard, dancing with 'The Dead'.
I've sat with 'The Revival' by the 'Green River' bed.
I've gazed, with the elves, at the 'Moody Blue' moon.
I've even tripped with 'Pearl' on a 'Summer' afternoon.

I've sang with a 'Lovechild', in the shadow of 'The Kiss'.
I've writhed to watch 'Jim' sing of the 'Kingsnake' hiss.
I've camped at the crossroads with 'Alice' and the band.
I've shared a walk with 'John' across this great green land

I've found a 'Missing Person' while 'Walking in L.A.'
I've watched the tides roll by, 'On a Dock by the Bay'.
I've had a puff with 'Marley' to a rastafarian beat
I've partyed with the 'Beach Boys' in the 'California Heat'.

I've hid out with 'Sting' from the 'Shadows in the Rain'.
I've wandered lost with 'Jimi', in a 'Purple Haze' brain.
I've shared a toast with 'Pat', to 'The Shadows of the Night'.
I've rode the 'Train to Bankock', on the 'Rush' to morning light.


I've searched for my soul but no matter where I roam,
I will always be the proudest to be a 'Rolling Stone'.


I've dined on 'The Dreaming Bush' with 'Kate' at my side.
I've flown with a 'Wolf' on a 'Magic Carpet Ride'.
I've 'Escaped' on a 'Journey' to find the magic code.
I've strolled along with 'Elton' down a 'Yellow Brick Road'.

I've hungout with 'Lars' to watch 'The Sandman' play.
I've cried a tear with 'Billy' on a 'White Wedding' day.
I've shared a glass of 'Cracklin' Rosie' with 'Neil', by the sea.
I've prayed with 'The Beatles' for the world to 'Let It Be'.

I've laughed as the 'Moonshadows' tickled 'Steven's' hair.
I've skipped with 'Art and Paul' through a 'Scarborough Fair'.
I've stood with 'Stevie' by the fence where 'Rumours' freely fly.
I've stared into a 'Deep purple' firefilled sky.

I've scaled the 'Depts of Mordrid' and fought beside 'Sir Page'.
I've sipped on magic tea with 'Uriah' and the 'Mage'.
I've bought a drink for 'Puckette' and his friend 'The Mighty Quinn'.
I've heard it said the 'Pet Shop Boys' still think that 'It's a Sin'.


Looking through the sunlit glens, down the winding trails,
Or in the dark, wandering, through the rain-filled gales,
I've searched for my soul, but no matter where I roam,
I will always be the proudest to be a 'Rolling Stone'.



This one was really good....You should copyright them if you havent

[Darkness]

"I'm compiling them all into a Poetry Book." :)

[Darkness]

"Here's a fun one to sing..." :)

"The Old Graveyard"
"Sung to the tune of 'Take Me Out To The Ball Game'"


"Let's go play in the 'Graveyard'.
Let's go talk to the ghosts.
Maybe we'll run into 'Daphne' or 'Tim',
'Josette' visits quite often with them."

"Look! There goes 'Quentin Collins'.
And there sits the 'Lady In White'.
For it's "Oh! OOOO!! Eeek!!! They're all dead,
In the 'Old Graveyard'!"

"'Nicolas Blair' is still burning.
'Charles is' hunting for 'Val'.
'Evans' complains of great pains in his head.
Poor old 'Sarah' don't know that she's dead."

"Oh look! Here comes that 'Minerva',
Trask had better beware!!!
Cause it's, "Oh! OOOO!! Eeek!!! They're all dead,
At the 'Old Graveyard'"

"'Otis Greene's' still confessing.
'Lorna Bell' never sleeps.
'Daniel Collins' can't find his wife.
'Ben Stokes' ponders the meaning of life."

"'Samantha' has dreams of falling.
'Gabriel's' still screaming mad!
And it's,"Oh! OOOO!! Eeek!!! They're all dead.
At the 'Old Graveyard!"

"Let's all play with the 'Spooklings',
'David' and 'Hallie' are fun.
If 'Ted' and Carrie' will let them come play.
They keep them locked in the 'Dollhouse' all day."

"'John' is talking to 'Cyrus',
I guess that's all in his head.
For it's, "Oh! OOOO!! Eeek!!! They're all dead.
At the 'Old Graveyard'!"

"'Beth' just lurks in the shadows.
'Jenny' wimpers and roams.
'Abigail Collins' just runs through the night.
I swear she looks like she just died of fright."

"'Peter Bradford's' a bore now,
He just swings in the wind.
And it's, "Oh! OOOO!! Eeek!!! They're all dead.
At the 'Old Graveyard'!"




"Enjoy!" :)

[Darkness]

"Here's a poem I wrote, during one of my wilder years." :lol:

"Bottled Punk"
"By Darkness"

"We're the Punks.
We're odd, but we're proud.
Just come with us, if you like to get loud.
We'll freak you up.
We'll drop you down.
We'll do the thrash, and jump around.
We don't bleed, 'cause we don't bite,
But we like to wrestle, and nibble, and fight.
Rip my t-shirt, cut my hair,
I do what I like, 'cause I don't care.
You see madness when you stare.
Come test your sanity, if you dare."

"We like to get wild, and obnoxiously drunk.
So, come with us, we're Bottled Punk."

"A walking rainbow, we stand tall.
Long past our violent brother's fall.
With flashing lights, and dashing hair,
We come to smile, you come to stare.
You take the acid, we ARE the 'trip',
With sky bright pants, pins, and rips.
We're crazy.
We're lazy.
So stoned we're hazy.
We party all night and stay fresh as a daisy.
We're king of our castle, rainbows and all.
It gets in your blood, you'll answer the call."

"So, if you want to get wild, and obnoxiously drunk,
Come see us, we're Bottled Punk."

"Call it boredom.
Call it rock.
It's king of the scene, it leads the flock.
It's fun, it's thrills, and you don't need pills,
Just pogo, and thrash, your spirits fill.
Go wild.
Go wackey.
Go fun.
Go insane.
Go beat up a tree, or go dance in the rain.
Build sand castles along the beach,
With bright colored flags, and cobble stone streets.
Then go home to quietly sleep,
And dream of castles and dancing feet.
Tomorrow the rainbow walks again.
To spread insanity?
To seek a friend."

"So, if you like getting wild, and obnoxiously drunk,
Come follow us, we're Bottled Punk."


"Enjoy!" :)

[Darkness]

"Found another gem, buried among my writings." :)

"Into The Eyes of Darkness"

"By Darkness"

"I met a wandering soul one day. I was drawn, like the proverbal moth, with a aching to satisfy ancient coursities.

I saw two pale orbs, floating in a sea of gentleness, and framed by a veil of night. Emotions, hidden away, like a well guarded treasure, buried so long ago. A touch like a spring breeze, blowing so softly, yet ever so hesitant to reach out. A jewel hiding in the depts of the bedrock. Dreaming forever, and never, in sleepless slumber.

Feelings, more deeply rooted than the oldest tree. Fears, stronger than a mountain of stone. Kicked, torn and bruised, but far from beaten. From somewhere inside, a strength keeps fighting, for a moment in time, when the soul is at peace. Flowing years. Always shaping, and reshaping, into mysterious patterns of chaotic destiny.

Somehow, it all makes sense, in a way. Like two vines, twisting into each other. Blending, yet never really becoming the same vine. Just like stars, traveling side by side, across the sky. Yet never verging, or crossing, paths.

I understand the shadowed confusion. The endless, inner, questions seeking solutions. The truth about hidden doors left untouched, securely locked from within. Unheard voices, secretly living behind, sound-proofed, walls. A soul that cries for release from it's, silent, prison home.

Someday the aged, and rusted, keys of release, will turn in the frozen lock of this soul. Setting a reality of lost desires free. Calling forth the mighty winds of change, to blow away the black clouds of the past. Thus breathing life into this dormant soul.

To love? I have looked, with open eyes, into this soul, and I can truly say, "I am not afraid."

[Darkness]

"Another one I found buried....."

"A Battle For Possession"
'By Darkness'

"A dark haired angel came to me,
Her green eyes flushed with tears.
She asked that I might help to
Release her from her fears."

"This child I'd never seen before,
Yet I knew her well.
So I choose to sit with her,
And heed the tale she tells."

"It seems she has a demon man,
That's haunting all her dreams.
One she loved, so long ago,
Beside a silver stream."

"Deep inside this dream of hers,
He was an honest, loving man.
Till the day the darkness fell,
And an evil touched his hand."

"Now he seeks her soul to gain,
To add to those he's stole.
He'll take it in his greedy hands,
And cast it in a hole."

"We sat, and talked by candle light,
And shared our secret fears.
He touched her arm from somewhere,
And brought her near to tears."

"Joining hands we called to him,
In the name of all above.
We told him, "Tamper not,
With this, our sister of love."

"In unity we'll conqure thee,
And drive thee far away.
We'll battle thee till sunrise,
Brings to us a peacful day."

"We told him his illusions
Have no power, without pain.
He soon fled to his master,
And nothing did he gain."

"Now she lives in comfort,
She knows he dare not return.
For she holds the weapons close,
That can cause his soul to burn."

"The sword she bears is unity,
Her shield is forged from trust.
Her strength is from the Gods.
She'll fight him, if she must."

"Hope you like it." :)

[Captain]

I read the first few not knowing what to expect, but an hour later i was on page 11. Wow, Darkness, Im GREATLY impressed. Your work is...

Awesome!

[Darkness]

"Thank you, very much. And welcome to my little corner of insanity." :)

[Carl Sieberhagen]

Your work is brilliantly original as well as professional.You should seriously consider publishing.

I am very happy to know that you have kept your imagination and creativity alive,but most of all I am happy to see that you are not afraid to show it.

How you survived up until now,I do not know ,but I do know that it is difficult living with idea's that are not popular.

[I always thought that you needed to be special to write things like poetry,but when I tried it,I found that I liked writing love poems.]

"The world loves its own,because you are not of the world, that is why the world hates you"

[Darkness]

"Thank you, for your support, Carl, it is much appreciated."


"I do want to publish, a lot of stuff, but good publisher requires money, and I don't trust the free ones. Been burned once too often." :-|

[Carl Sieberhagen]

I enjoy people that are trying to be different,I'm too used to people being the same, so that they can live easier and safer lives,which is why its so tempting to be like everyone else.

I don't know a lot about publishing,but I think not going with the free ones is a good idea.You could always try advertising in the newspaper,lots of people actually look at them.

[tain669]

Howdy, Just saw this and wanted to see what this is all about.

[lars]

Great,, i love it
jou cann make a book or somthing

[Darkness]

"My Christmas Wish"
'By Darkness'

North Wind, blow your arctic breath our way.
We long for the blessing of your frozen kiss.
Exhale your frigid wind over our city.
Embrace us in your cold, crystalline, arms,
And lay a white, winter, splendor over all.

North Wind, blow your arctic breath our way.
We long to see grand, fluffy flakes fill the air.
To watch them pile into deep drifts everywhere.
To build fine ice castles and huge, snow dragons.
To walk through a frozen, white wonderland.

North Wind, blow your arctic breath our way.
Touch our land with the magic only you possess.
The most beautiful magic of Winter's realm
Is an honor only you are allowed to bestow.
Share with us your gift of a White Christmas.

North Wind, blow your arctic breath our way.
We extend to you a personal invitation.
The stage is set, the door of change stands open.
The scene is cast and awaits your blustery entrance.
Only your visage can star in this performance.