Poems About Darkness And Death Novels & Stories

Were they afraid I might fall to my death, or were they hoping for it? I was certain it was the latter. I spread my arms wide and with my eyes turning red, I opened my mouth, allowing the winds to carry my words to them down below Let it rain, hail and brimstone, My dead bones has risen, I’ve returned, the unforgiven dead. By ash and bone, by blood and blight, I call the darkness to take its bite. Let sickness rot their flesh and breath, Let every dawn bring closer death. Let fever scorch their brittle veins,

" We notch our bows and wait for the morrow Cold is the night and nary a tear for on the morn we head into shadow There is no room for our fear His eyes are cruel, his evil is endless Black is soul and ne'ver he'll rest till all the world lies covered in darkness and none who'd fight him are left. Zhanere Zelezial"

She was like April sky, sunrise in her eyes Child of light, shining star, fire in her heart Brightest day, melting snow, breaking through the chill October and April He was like frozen sky in October night Darkest cloud, endless storm, raining from his heart Coldest moon, deepest blue, tearing down the spring October and April Like hate and love, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start Like light and dark, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start We were like loaded guns, sacrificed our lives We were like love undone, craving to entwine Fatal touch, final thrill, love was bound to kill October and April (...) The Rasmus ft. Anette Olzon - Oc

Their eyes gleamed like dull embers. And then, slowly, they began to move — toward her. Rhea stood. Her heartbeat was steady. No fear. Just a knowing. As the wolves crept closer, she whispered softly — a voice trembling with memory and power: > “When crimson rains and moonlight dies, The Dark shall walk where silence lies. The Child of Dusk shall choose the path, Between the Sun’s love and the Dark One’s wrath. But death must come to light once sworn, Before the God of Dreams is born.”

Darkness cradled her. It was not the chill, nullified nothingness of death but a living, squirming darkness. It beat with ancient remembrance, with centuries-old hunger. It whispered promises, songs of revenge, and lullabies of power once wrenched from it.

As existence slowly dwindles, my heart tightens, leaving me in perpetual hollow darkness. This is my end. Death is here. The grim reaper stands before me. He takes my hand and leads me away in the carriage of cessation. The boundless deep was now my home. ^~^

Where there was nothing but darkness. Rachel P. O. V. I felt like I was floating in the air. What happened??? Am I dead ??? So many questions were running through the answer to any one of them... Maybe I am dead that's why I feel at peace, why can't I open my eyes and see anything except for darkness ??? Maybe that's what death feels like !!! When finally I opened my eyes, all I saw was darkness... I was not even able to see myself... “Please help me, somebody !!!”

He tried closing his eyes but it did no comfort. “Sinners go to hell, but people like you will succumb into darkness. Forever.” Damien’s voice echoed the in darkness. He usually hated the demon’s voice but now it brought sudden comfort. “Liked the little tour?” Damien asked after he lets go of Chris. The human catches his breath. That place and feeling is very suffocating. The demon disappeared without notice while Chris ended up in the couch. His knees are trembling so hard. He doesn’t have any word for that place except fear.

He stood still looking at her, he flabbergasted, thinking she should be in the lab, trying to control her shift but here she was laughing like nothing was happening to her. "Eddie, is everything alright? " Ella's voice brought him back to reality. "Huh, yes I'm fine," he said looking at Mrs Smith who acted as if nothing was wrong. Darkness, the absence of light. Take it literally or the other way, it basically means one thing, the inability to find your way. In this life, getting lost in the dark is inevitable. It’s up to us to overpower the gloom with a flicker of courage, hope, and faith. Because no matter how vast the darkness is, how much it renders us blind and lost, even the tiniest gl

The red soil was flowing like water of the gestures of cries, folk of crow waiting for its turn to hunt, yet no help, helpless and hopeless faces, the laughs of hunters, they hunted the soul and let the carcasses turn into what it was made up of. The fire was rapidly eating one by one, one after one houses of poors. The dark was coming as the light was going dim eventually. Roars of the monsters giving goosebumps to the dead, the cart of sorrows was taking an unusual load of worthless hollow corpses, out of time, out of chances, out of what's unreachable, out of words, out of ways, out of land, out of sky, out of day, out of night, out of life into the death.