Poems About Darkness And Death Novels & Stories

"I can't keep the flame lit in this darkness anymore. I need a miracle to save me from this hell, come set me free. Freedom. Escape! I'm so surrounded by the darkness with no sign of any light, someone needs to save my soul. Still I'm trapped here in my mind alone, I need another hope tonight. Oh someone, set me free. Beneath the haunting song that calls like magic to a child, a wilting flower dies. It's trapped in darkness left to rot. Oh my god, I'm lost in the darkness of my mind. A wilting flower dies, it's left in darkness here to rot, rot." I banged on the walls. "Day and night don't mean a thing. I can't feel the light of either one. Oh my god, set me free! I need to feel the sun on m

It bled away like a wound pressed too tightly, disappearing beneath the horizon in a rush of dying light. The sky turned the color of bruises and burn scars, and the shadows stretched too fast, like even they feared what we had begun. Night draped itself over the palace like a shroud, heavy and final, and the stillness that followed felt unnatural—as if the world itself had paused, holding its breath for the moment everything would break. I returned to the chapel, lighting candles for no god. Just for the dead. Just for the fallen. Just for every silenced girl who never got to raise a blade.

**In the Depths of Darkness** Esteria's consciousness drifted in a world of cold shadows, the icy tendrils of darkness tightening their grip around her soul. She could feel it, the malevolent force trying to consume her entirely, to drag her into an abyss from which there would be no return. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her strength ebbing away with each passing moment as the darkness clawed at her, relentless in its pursuit of her very essence. The void around her seemed alive, writhing with sinister intent. It whispered to her, voices that were neither human nor demon, echoing her deepest fears and regrets. *You are nothing...* they hissed. *You are weak... You will fail...*

This was pleasant. I felt calm. I gradually give in to the Darkness with each breath.I could feel the darkness within me rise to the surface as midnight descended even further, taking up everything I could see and making the air feel deadly calm. My gaze shifted to the opposite side of the bed, where the lycan king was still asleep. The notion of him being so exposed to me now made me smile nefariously. You could hear the cheers and the mirth from the celebration going on downstairs. They were smiling, laughing, and generally happy. If only they realized that I was going to put an end to their happiness so quickly. Silently, so as not to wake the lycan, I got out of bed and walked across to

Her Pov: I’m so tired… utterly drained. I don’t even know how long I’ve been trapped in this endless void of darkness. Is this what the afterlife feels like? A suffocating abyss where time has no meaning, and hope is but a distant memory? I’ve been wandering through these shadowed corridors, my footsteps echoing in the silence, searching—desperately—for a single glimpse of light. But no matter how far I go or how hard I try, the darkness stretches on, infinite and unyielding.

It was for me alone. > “We are coming for you… child of the divided dawn.” A shiver wracked my entire body. > “We will not allow the bringer of light to survive.” My heart slammed hard enough to hurt. > “One light cannot hold all darkness.” And then the whisper turned cold. Hungry. > “We will claim what is ours.” The last trace of darkness retreated into the earth, disappearing like ink sinking into water. Silence fell again. Except this time, it was the wrong kind of silence.

But the light just now was such a bother, it never been expected and it so far from what they believing! Surely they are satisfied to the bloody sight in the ground, which was a Bloody cops remain. But the thought how light makes sure their existence will wipe out and color the world in red, they thought something was amass. Are they really dead, or it was just the beginning of their wrath? In some distance away from the deepest of once darkness, the shine bright in a spear of black stood the Holy Ancestral. Line up around was the fragments that long worn out. They are the fragments that so close to the one that befall from the sky.

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

Or it will stay in my mind, that’s bothersome. Dark with death- Same old town same old eyes – The final plea. Passing by, lights-red. words in lips and space. The piece of dust you see- when the light hits, out for sanity. Once upon a time stars died.

For every glance that turns your way, Is a reminder of my dismay. You shine so bright, you blind my eyes, And in your light, my spirit dies. I am the shadow, ever near, Invisible, yet always here. In the corners of your radiance, I languish in my impotence. For in your shadow, I remain, A silent echo, a muted strain. Yet still I walk, within this gloom, Hoping one day to assume A light that's wholly mine to keep, And from this shadow, I might leap. To stand apart, in my own right,