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Counts on it

Darkness. Always so dark. Enveloped in the mists of time. No steps are heard on the cobble floors, no laughter rings out across the large, empty rooms. Webs strewn like confetti at a wedding of the dead. The Castle sleeps. He sleeps. Waiting. Knowing. And as the Mother Moon reaches her heights his bloodshot eyes…
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Love On The Road – a poem for Halloween
Shadows danced through the trees, like unseen nightmares, as the car passed with it’s unknowing guests. The young couple inside with their new bands of gold. Unaware of the dread that awaits them. He watches them. He’s always watched them. He waits. Exchanging stories and romantic glances, the car is scarcely large enough to contain their…




