solisis

Still this, my drowning crest, the death of another black day. Keep your ears open long enough to fall asleep and sink in the fleece as your nightmares decay.
Many blue lights sing curtsy tonight as your curtain folds low to the floor. The shadows amass and the monsters will bask in the festives behind your front door. The shelves turn to bone and witch perched alone, in the mirror she watches your breath. Her only red eye, encrusted with lye, imagines your skin being cleft. In the corner, a goblin about a foot tall, emerges from deep in the rug. His claws burnt of lead and the stench of the dead rise closer to issue a hug. A minute long requiem lasts for a week, the moon was last seen seeking hiding. The baron, he tromps on the legless beast lost to the hounds of which centaurs were riding. The walls now alive with darting black eyes are peering at all that surrounds you. A mist of the cauldron thats boiling children looms heavy like plague to be issued. Like falling, its rising, the ceiling is striving to reach the eternal of night. The stitches and branches break free from the ashes and grow to impossible height. The rain comes as pain and your blanket is stained by the oil of animals hung. The song of the spectre rings victory softly as murder is dealt to the sun. a silence held long and motionless cold, the warrior is slow to arrive. But soon as he comes, the angels will run as his presence means everyone dies. Through the graves and the silence, his breathing is violent, he rings the most frightening scream. The windows, they cringe, the walls being singed as his blade shines a death covered gleam. You hear him, he feels you, the gates he will break through and fraction the souls in his way. A fiend unlike others, he feasts on our mothers and coldly returns to the fray. The monsters cease festives, the witch struck with horror, the goblin misplaced his last step. The baron retreats and the black eye secretes for their maker the tears are not kept. A trembling quake, the screams of the angels, hes standing outside the front door. In horror so vile, you manage a smile as darkness is all that you asked for.