Darkness Poems Short Novels & Stories

I leaned closer, translating the rhythmic text silently as it vibrated against my essence: “In the realm of shadows, where whispers dread, Seekers delve into what lies ahead. Yearning for treasures not meant to be, A tormented destiny they fail to foresee. Each sunrise brings a heavy toll to bear, A price exacted with each breath of air. For those who tread where darkness looms, The cost of desire endlessly consumes. Wandering through the night’s embrace, Chasing pleasures in the shadow’s grace. In the obsidian hours where secrets loom, The seeker succumbs to the darkness’s sweet perfume. No glimmer of light to break the dark, Upon their shore, the deepest shadows embark. This lair, a tomb,

It felt appealing, stoic and powerful. The real truth is that Darkness is eternal, it can never truly die or fade away. Just as you can never truly cover the sun with one hand, so you can never really extinguish Darkness. It lingers and chases you even through the impossibility of death. A long smile spreads across my lips, as darkness overtook my vision, casting a green glow in my eyes. A smile trails my lips as I hear Isabella screams intensify within me, but it was all in vain.

His breath bloomed before him in small ghosts, each one vanishing as if it had never been. Candles had burned down to their last desperate inches. Their stubs clung to what little wax remained with the tenacity of the dying, casting amber light that sighed more than shone. The shadows they threw were long and twitching, unsteady as pulse, as if the darkness itself was twitching and unsteady. Even the silence felt more brittle. Like something could shatter at the slightest pressure. As if he stepped too loudly.

“Ab alto spiritus, qui nunquam dormit faceret bene. Spiritibus caeli, Turpis et inductis, non pulchra, genus esse mihi. Calore ac spiritu, ira in exitium, modo sit mihi. Spiritus frigus et gelu, phantasmata scelus et vitium faceret bene. Sit modus deam benedicat animabus illorum sub lucem hyacintho luna est scriptor Ut benedicat deam luna est luna, lux hyacintho luna sub meam”

So I would definitely remember if I was back to having nightmares. I try to blink my eyes to adjust to the darkness but I only see darkness all the lights are off so instead I try to see the time still upset I’m sweating like this and then Shasta’s feet are coming in my face all of a sudden like she can’t feel me or feel herself move. Move your feet Shasta I say but she just groans ignoring me Now I know it must have been hot from both our body heat. She probably has rolled on my side the whole night I groan out loud Why do I have to sleep with her she doesn’t know how to share a bed and always end up with some part of her on me.And she has her own bed but choose to sleep in mine.Dad calls h

Like a flower that loses its beauty; so is the present that is happening to the whole country. Darkness forces beauty to mourn, darkening the happy atmosphere without being prevented. Gloom, that's all that's left. An eclipse comes between freezing snows. However, it actually lasted longer in retaliation for the delay. They said the darkness was created by a child. Dark and terrible poems about it began to surface. The girl fell like drops of rain from above the horror. She stood like a haughty tower in the distance. She limped in a gray cloud, like dawn breathing death.

I break myself, With words, thoughts, From my own mind. Everything I ran away from, I became. Everything I tried not to be, Everything I walked away from, I see them now. Taunting me, laughing at me, For my darkness was my fault, No other's. So, when I love, it's living death. I walk alone in this path, I made darkness my creed, Formed depression, With hands of flawless poetry. I created my demons, Now I'm haunted by them. Everything I am,

The man who has snatched the light from my life, it feels like he is here or maybe I am so paranoid that my mind creates an illusion. He always makes me feel that he is not present but I know he is present in the darkness of the house. He owns it, darkness is his slave and he conquers everything with it. I entered the room and quickly switched on the lights. I can hear my own heartbeats as I gulped in fear and my hands started shaking making the water in my bottle tremble with the movements. Never in my life have I thought that I'll be this terrified to enter my own room. It feels tragic.

I don’t have much food left and I’m starting to have to fill up my water bottles in the sink. Maybe they’ll just leave me here to starve, I thought. No, they said they wanted me, they have to want me for something … sex? I mean they hadn’t so far tried anything but what the hell else could they want? I took a lot of showers, since it was about the only time I felt normal. It was the only time I could close my eyes and feel like I was escaping, like I was home. I had been asleep for a while, there was no way to know how long. When I woke up it was pitch black in the room, those fuckers cut off the light!

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.