It won't matter if the monsters will come tonight; I will feel not a tint of fear for daddy will be awake, with a torch and flaming red eyes that will stare brazenly into their eyes.. They have come before,

Her hair hid her head Beneath blinding blue blooms. The time ticked twelve As an ant ambled away. Dark demons derided Dana. She swore she'd seen seven - Heard hundreds him hymns Of occult operas. Fear

There will be dawn. There will be dawn. Sit, and fold your arms, Suck your lips, stare at nothingness. Right after the folds of black sky tighten; And the long shapes in distant sights Fall deeper into

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MARIA It was midnight. The girl had woken to the whooshing of dark winds. Heavy rains fell and cast haphazard shapes across her window. She roused and walked to it, looking to the massive trees beyond.

His office was moored in the second floor of the MayCap building, a square piece of block that rose three stories from the base of earth and seemed dwarfed, midway between earth and sky. Jones looked at

My eyes sight a vision, lover. Through them I see a day Before it comes; The day of love; hands merged with hands, Soul with soul, Behind us, a fountain of blue peace. Our love cut across this lifetime,

There is a smooth, black carapace; Crawling against the cold white earth; Pain and beauty in its arms... Image credit: Getty images

For some of us, the war is unreal, though we live in it. We're untouched by it's fires. We feel it, and again we don't. We don't know if we will survive. We don't even think of survival. Only, in the sudden

Pick her up. Tell her she has fallen, but she doesn't know. She will say, she is still on her feet. Shake your head and disagree. Tell her she is standing in her fall. Tell her you see what she does not;

He stopped the loud music. We were nettled. "But this isn't fair!" We complained. He looked indifferently at us. We could almost trace shapeless forms of contempt in the discomfiting stiffness

The room smelled of burnt beans. The smoke was thick and sick looking; a dim grey, waxing darker as the seconds dawdled. I was standing by the door. She was hurrying to the stove to turn it off. I could

The small circle was a brilliant red and almost glinted against the sliver of sunlight that penetrated through the shutters. The red circle becames red circles that followed themselves, in a smooth, delicate

She told me she was leaving me and began to walk away. She said I never should have come here. I stood looking, unbroken, focused, understanding. At the door, she stopped and turned back. I heard her voice

I will be here when the bleak cannon sounds. When the boom sweeps into the cringing air. I will be here, when the cries cast cold shadows on the ground; I will be here with songs for us, sorrowful pair.

Scare the sky with knights in black; Splay their hate o'er the soft swathe of blue calm; Soon, the sky will cry her fear.. image source

image source A night will bare her darkened skin, Free of fear, or shame of sin. A night will shine her darkened light, And in her dome all dreams take flight.. A night will sing a song of sorrow, And

THE HAUNTED TRAIL The forest hums at this time of the day; a tune of ghastly menace. Sombre shadows blur the green lucence of its leaves and, just before the daylight slips into darkness, a threat seems

That summer, Ade finally took me up through the Fango hill. It was mid-August. The hills were mounds of dark brown, polished earth. They swelled in huge lumps from the ground beneath them, clustered together

You are the beauty of this sky above; You are a beautiful song, my love; My dreams are of you, dearest I belove; You alone does this great heart speak of; I saw you, when your eyes burned and glowed; I