Tag: Unworldly

The Bell

Folklore, maybe truth, defiantly A horror of the fell on the prowl with each every ring of the destitute church’s battered bell

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Passing Days

From the wisp of the spirit blood and gore whilst the raging moon licks it claw Darkness becomes light light becomes dawn passing days we will forever mourn

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Seven Years

Abchanchu sneers through the blackness nature retreats from his sight For he is the dark the night the not living – With each solemn step grass dies underfoot murkiness left behind no life just the absence of all – Even the moon hides so not to be observed The apparition consumes all that catches his…

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