On a fall day, the wind blows..
Leaves fly by like each one knows...
That soon they will land,
only to be crushed by foot or hand.
A dead chill spreads throughout the air,
brining the feel of spirits that are there.
A biting wind reaches through my spine,
as I feel the tug of the spirit that is mine,
and I run and run to somewhere safe,
some quiet, peaceful serene place.
A world of grey stone,
the place of ghosts that I call home.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Saturday, January 27, 2007
The hunt
((I used an abc, cba rhyme pattern with this))
The wind that howls past the door,
brings more than cold with it.
Shadows lurk beneath the icy gust.
Death despair, stirring up the dust,
relentless, driven, he shall not quit,
hunting me until above all I soar.
I run and run, feet hitting ground violently,
the trees flashing before my eyes.
death follows, and the hunt is on!
Through the branches, to the dawn,
the hunter deaf to his preys cries,
darkness engulfs me, and I die silently.
The wind that howls past the door,
brings more than cold with it.
Shadows lurk beneath the icy gust.
Death despair, stirring up the dust,
relentless, driven, he shall not quit,
hunting me until above all I soar.
I run and run, feet hitting ground violently,
the trees flashing before my eyes.
death follows, and the hunt is on!
Through the branches, to the dawn,
the hunter deaf to his preys cries,
darkness engulfs me, and I die silently.
Friday, January 26, 2007
The Graveyard
Sudden stillness, quiet night,
The moon above, the only light,
and hidden in the shadows deep,
dance those the night does keep,
rejoicing in eternal peace,
they shall whirl, and never cease,
and when the sun reaches the sky,
the ball of flame the burns on high,
They return to stones of grey,
waiting for the end of day.
The moon above, the only light,
and hidden in the shadows deep,
dance those the night does keep,
rejoicing in eternal peace,
they shall whirl, and never cease,
and when the sun reaches the sky,
the ball of flame the burns on high,
They return to stones of grey,
waiting for the end of day.
Welcome!
Hello, one and all, and welcome to Darkness Falling, my wonderful little space to call my own on the net.
This is basically a collection of dark poems and short stories, that would generally fall under the genre of 'gothic'. Its an outlet for me, and a way to share my work with other people, and get critique on my writing.*
Also, here I have some information about the Gothic subculture, to help understand some of these poems, and stories, as well as to help make this site what I hope it can be someday.
Just a few things to keep in mind while here-
1. Keep an open mind if you don't generally favor the gothic subculture. No flaming.
2. If you're going to post something rude, GET OUT.
But enough! Obviously, you have come to immerse yourself in the words of my pain, and to make your way around my shadowy world.
-Sorrow. *
*Telling me I need professional help does NOT count as critique, and will NOT make yourself look anything but stupid.
*If you really think I'm going to give out my real name of the internet, you must be retarded.
This is basically a collection of dark poems and short stories, that would generally fall under the genre of 'gothic'. Its an outlet for me, and a way to share my work with other people, and get critique on my writing.*
Also, here I have some information about the Gothic subculture, to help understand some of these poems, and stories, as well as to help make this site what I hope it can be someday.
Just a few things to keep in mind while here-
1. Keep an open mind if you don't generally favor the gothic subculture. No flaming.
2. If you're going to post something rude, GET OUT.
But enough! Obviously, you have come to immerse yourself in the words of my pain, and to make your way around my shadowy world.
-Sorrow. *
*Telling me I need professional help does NOT count as critique, and will NOT make yourself look anything but stupid.
*If you really think I'm going to give out my real name of the internet, you must be retarded.
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