Poems About Darkness And Death Novels & Stories

I'm sorry to say, but today is your death day The air is thick with rot and decay Your blood will paint the cold, cracked floor Dripping like echoes from the hands before Whispers crawl from the cracks in the wall Laughter distorts a sickening call The lights flicker, the shadows Bend This isn't a dream; this is the end Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you A sick grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out and so will your veins A lullaby hums in a voice not your own Sung from the mouths of the buried and dead A faceless thing grins in the wide doorway Stretching its arms, your escort inside Your name is etched on a tomb with no grave A jagged whispe

The Darkness didn’t hesitate again. It flooded him. Not trickling. Not whispering. Pouring. Like an ocean breaking through a dam. Pain tore through his bones. His spine arched. A scream ripped from his throat— Then twisted into something deeper. Something ancient. Veins blackened completely. Skin cracking like dried earth. The air around him distorted. Reality bending. Hunters’ corpses nearby began sinking into the soil like the earth itself rejected them. The forest groaned. Roots crawling. Branches snapping.

The desolate world of white began to fade away like smoke before his eyes. Drifting away like a dream, the pristine horizon cracked like ash and turned tarnished and gray. Particles of this melancholy place float away on some unseen wind. The further William ran in this now disintegrated world, the more the darkness encroached. It was as if this darkness had its breath, its heartbeat as it surged and flowed. Like a wolf chasing its prey in the night. Soon the man found himself running in pitch-black darkness, his legs ached and his chest burned, but he didn't care. He was certain that if he kept going he'd reach the end. He'd find his way back from this nightmare of death. He just couldn't g

My heart ached as I watche the beautiful scene unfold before me, knowing that the darkness will soon take over. The sun's rays cast long shadows across the landscape, emphasizing the emptiness and isolation I felt. The world seemed to be slowly fading away, consumed by the encroaching night. As the sun dips below the horizon, I could feel the weight of my trauma and sadness settling in my chest like a heavy stone. The warm glow of the sun was replaced by a cold and empty darkness, mirroring the emptiness I was feeling inside me.

‘Remember me with a smile, for I carry your light within me, even as the darkness claims me. Holding my breath, I brace for the inevitable, the weight of the sand pressing down, threatening to crush the life from me. Yet even as I prepare to surrender to the darkness, my heart clings to a fragment of hope, a stubborn belief in miracles, in the chance that this is not the end.

CHAPTER 18 Darkness! Feared by all. Darkness! the most intense kind of emotion. Darkness! The most malicious and most vile feelings. Darkness! Mortal enemy of light. This was Mavis was facing now; darkness. The brighter day of Mavis instantly covered by such darkness. It brought anger, hate, grief, and most of all death. Darkness, took the spirit and trampled the hope of Mavis people. Darkness chained the precious soul of Mavis. Darkness shook Mavis will.

There were words which came to him from one which he had read and known, and he began to recite it wearily. "Fear not for the night affair And fear not for the fires Burned in city Pyre bring Forth fulfilled desires. New life from the ashes springs With love much more than death Coming forth from death arise In royal splendor blessed." He spoke the words in short and labored sections, each line a breath and each breath a gasp as he grasped at the remnants of life. He watched as the light faded to shadows and the shadows turned to blotched impressions of light and dark. The whole of the room was slowly fading into darkness, and it was not his eyes which failed only, but the light of the fire

I paused for a moment thinking about that place. “When you are dead, the kind of darkness that swallows you is the kind that leaves you with no hope at all. It leaves you broken and desperate. For some noise, something to tell you that you are not alone, that there is something else there besides you, but the silence is defining to a point that you can hear the pin drop.”

He stopped scrolling and read the full poem, his skin growing cold with gooseflesh as he did so. Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in

At that moment, Clara knew what she wanted. The trees in the dark forest were nicotine-brown adorned with owls and crows. Its heart and center screamed of death, deprived of the light that could enliven one’s soul. But no. The place itself gave up on the light. Not any amount of brightness could lift it up from its grave. Mist covered the roots. It covered the treetops that even the moonlight failed to pass through. Deadly dapperling littered the ground. Poisonous cowbane grew next to them. The path that faded as it led into the darkness of the woods was carpeted with skeletons.