Pleasantly Haunting

This place is full of ghosts. They exist in the gloomy light of Corpse-coloured candles In those dark cottage walls, Lingering with a ghoulish fondness. I find myself drawn to remain also. Perhaps these melancholy ruins offer More than fear; They invite somber reflections- Reflections of the living as well as the dead- And I…

The Axe Falls

Around and Around. All around Shadows gather like Swirling dust. Dread grows, The axe falls. In numbness He called your name. Someone Replies… Something, replies, It’s laughing. It’s not a person, It was nothingness; Alone-ness; His ending.