Hallowed one—I call thy name,
Let darkness draw me to its flame.
My lips do yearn, my soul laid waste,
For the bitter thrill of the #creeper’s taste.
O shadowed love, grant me this sin,
And let me fall to thee again.
#vss365

Beneath the lithosphere they creep,
Little beasts in shadows deep.
Waltzing through veils of night,
Hiding from sun's sharp light.

Your eyes betray a tale untold,
Darkness coiled in depths cold.
Yet whispers rise, a vow once sung,
Answer #yes on breathless tongue.
#vss365

From stone that crumbled,
#Souvenirs I tore.
A beating heart held tight—
I craved you evermore.

Locked in the shadows,
For fear of despair,
I rot in my cage,
The ticking now bare.
#vss365

Beneath the waves, where shadows writhe,
I'll bare the truths that hell contrives.

Rejoice not 'neath the weeping skies,
We sway for angels' fleeting cries.
A phenomenon of shattered pleas,
Doves’ wings whisper through the trees.
As hail strikes hard on ashen clay,
Rejoice in ruin—come what may.
#BornBattleReady

The Yule Cat cometh

You are speaking my language! Ray Milland!!!!!! This is a favorite! I grew up watching Turner Classic Movies—Hitchcock’s ‘Shadow of a Doubt’ with Joseph Cotton is a favorite! That film noir style was a true art! Not sure if you’ve read it, but another Jackson novel worth reading…

I walked moors where violins wept,
Ghosts of prayers through roses crept.
A door of light, a shadowed stain,
Marbles danced in falling rain.

Beneath a sky where mercury poured,
I knelt before my #home’s dark door.
There, in its arms, I long to stay,
And rest in the dark till my final day.
#vss365

One of my favorite books that I have ever read is Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier. From the opening line, “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.” To the very last page is a gothic tale of love, ghosts, obsession. #readingcommunity

#Validate me with your touch,
Where burning wants scream loud and deep.
A tapestry unraveled too much,
Angels fall as halos weep.

From shadows, tears begin to fall,
Take me slow—no rush at all.
Eternal bliss, I've always known,
In your arms, I am undone.
#vss365 #poetry

We really ought not to #complain—
Pink champagne coats tongues in vain.
Elixir born of risen sin,
Tempting hearts where faith has been.

It bleeds for us from tethered wings,
Crawls on ice as sorrow sings.
It haunts the hands of sacred touch—
For you, I shall die a thousand deaths.
#vss365 #poetry