Keeper-Of-The-Hollow

She found her current situation quite…pleasing. The smile that tattooed across her dark black lips proved it. Usually, she only attained one lover at a time, in order to find the one love to accompany a place beside her during their eternal rest. However, this time she surprised herself when she caught two suitors who were quite eager to please her deadly needs. It couldn't be helped, what she had done. It was very titillating what she had managed to snag: Two brothers bonded by blood and engaged in a war with all in the sake of claiming the icy shell believed to be her beating heart. To fall for such fiery men, left her weak yet she

In a constricting embrace, they kiss as the rain washes her graveyard away. Farthest from her mind, was the home she was losing...since Cary Lumen was her darkest though blooming. She desired everything about him, the moisten sight of red lips and his skin like the obsidian sky. He had done the one thing no other could do, capture her soul and ignite it anew. Everything she could have possibly wanted, a soul whose world is as shadowy and bleak as hers. In a constricting embrace, they kiss atop the mausoleum of his ancestral dead as the ocean of rain rises. Pulling back from each others' warmth, they stare into each others' eyes until Ca

She Dared...      She crossed the road like a forgotten shadow. Every single bone in her hurt. Every single inch of her skin had a mark.....she should have been dead a long time ago. Hell, she's died. Death just couldn't keep her contained. No tomb could entomb her. Her anger was far too loud to permit her end….      The tightening of her bones pleaded with her to stop. The stinging kisses of the rain against the slice wounds upon her face tried to calm the rage boiling inside of her. The wide knife wounds upon her stomach threaten her with the possibility of opening further if she didn

The graveyard was lovely under the moon's silver tears washing over desolate sea of tombs-- Leering critters crawl about their picnic sheet, gazing at the couple in their moment of affection. Her bony fingers are coiled by the strands of his ringlet orange hair as she runs them through the wild bush, Her eyes are numb like polished black marbles avoidant of compassion as she stares deep into his murky blue lifeless eyes. Dining on the assortment of their most favorite treats of Candy apples, petrified pears, and bloody red grapes the leathery rat-ants stare agape at the girl petting her dead mate. Despite her fondness for the once, Ryan

She wears cyanide upon her lips… That burns sweet nothings onto his bleeding lips. She's sits atop him watching him die, her viper black hair brushing his clouding gray eyes. They were fooling around upon the cold stone-bed, somewhere deep within a mausoleum's web, When he broke the promise he professed never to break— To fall in love with the girl he wanted her to be, a girl who wasn't obsessed with the joys of death. The manic girl had him tamed, without succumbing to the true desires of his worldly manners. How foolishly wrong she was, to find a mate who'd understand her darkly needs. Now he's gone, her taste burning thro

The Birth of The Beast She shivers under the fire which coils around her, slithering about her like a snake upon an ivory bone, she stands within the tousled and disarrayed room of her broken oval home. Shattered, she stares into the fire residing within the metallic cauldron adorned with demon eyes. Unbothered by the gleaming violet flames as it slices archaic words upon her smooth amber skin, she casts the ancient invocation in the need of her new Goddess. "Here me now, Rhamnusia—Mother of Retribution—abide to my calling. Claim your fee, the soul of a woman whose song has taken my lover far away from me by blinding me from

Villagers gathered for the ritualistic send-off; patiently they wait for the annual sunset dance. Standing near the orbital dais at the heart of their modest village; their eyes widen certain not to blink-- when from the back of the wooden platform they emerge like a tidal wave adorned with six sparkling carbuncle crowns, with sleek slithering black hair like river flowing in midair, they appear, the alluring demon girls. Draped in electrifying silken fabrics of reds, blues, and greens embellished with beaded yellow stones they-- gleamed in the dusk of the sky like shattered sandy gold. Under the intermingled clouds of violet & fiery or

I watch the wall I've set before me crumble, These careless lies and blinded veils I have hung upon them shreds. My vision---these fogged eyes—can no longer dispel the world in-which I did not dwell. The ribbon of repression scorches my eyes, scar their tear ducts brittle and dry. To quell this madness freed from fallen debris created by the engrossing disguised perception, I must learn to perceive without succumbing to all my hesitations.