Novel & Cerita Famous Dark Poetry

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

The dwarf says. The dark below is a prison that is located under the sea where there is nothing but darkness and creatures that feed off of the nothingness and memories of men and women. This is the world that the Circle protects everyone else from and the same world where Troy finds himself in. Smells of rotting fish and dead meat surfaces along the fire prince’s nose. Things that are dead is piled upon the surface. Instead of a proper floor or greenery to stand upon he walks on the bodies of dead animals both that once belong on the land and sea. With each step he takes he can hear the floor’s bodies crush under the flesh of his feet. Then every time he lifts his foot to venture forward, t

a place of torment, evoking the quality of sinister wilderness. Where there is no light nor hope. The place engulf people in darkness. It is the “infernal world” of horrors. The place resembles a dungeon burning like a furnace But the flames give on light, or only just enough light to emphasize the darkness—“darkness visible”.

"I pissed it off? No, fuck no. It pissed me off. It killed my friend and took her. Where'd it take her? What is it? Who the hell are you?" The corner of his mouth quirked up as he made a small approving hmph. "You're just like her," he whispered. "What's that supposed to mean?" He shook his head and remained silent. "Are you going to answer any of my questions?" I asked. He shrugged. "Depends what they are." "What's the darkness?" He shook his head. "Why is it pissed?" He shook his head. I balled up my fists. "What the hell is that?" I pointed at the glowing firefly-like thing.

Their frenzied shouts created a fiery atmosphere. “Cowardly Ying World dogs, come out and fight! “Dark Demons, you’ve done wrong, and now you cower in a corner in fright!” Listening to the uniform chants and clamor, Dark Thea exclaimed, “You even came up with rhymes, but they’re so cheesy.” With that, two evil red lights flashed in her eyes, piercing through the mysterious formation and directly hitting the living beings outside. With a thunderous roar, those clamoring living beings exploded one after another, their souls scattering on the spot.

"That's because you are real, Liza. You make everything around me look real." "Damn," I said It was too much, I don't know if it was the alcohol talking but he was seriously pouring out some dark romance shit. I remember a line from a dark romance poem I had read some time ago, it didn't make sense when I read it but today it did more than ever. We all have that place we go to, where the walls and God is our only witness. where no one else sees and we hide sometimes from ourselves. We put on our dark shades with a translucent smile. Narrowing our edges and fading our beauty.

“Oh… you want me to explain in detail…” I didn’t know what to say. What if I end up saying rubbish? “Ma’am…” he called again. “Alright… what I am trying to say is” “What the poem means is…” A voice came from behind. “This poem is about inner conflict. ‘I spoke to the dark’ means the person is facing their own thoughts, fears, or hidden emotions. ‘It answered with me’ shows that the voice they hear isn’t external, it’s coming from inside them. The last line suggests that not all thoughts deserve expression, because some can be destructive, negative, or dangerous.

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

“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”

My warriors checked their armour and said quiet words to one another through the mind-link. They trusted me to lead them through what was coming. I wasn’t sure I deserved that trust. Behind us, my shadow warriors stood, fading into the terrain and becoming one with the dusk. The ancient shadow warriors stood apart, like sentinels carved from darkness itself. Dark energy from centuries of being dead radiated off them. I had awakened them knowing the cost. Old power never came without consequence. As the hours passed, clouds gathered quickly, folding over one another until there was total darkness across the land. The wind sliced through our armour and fur.