Shadows of the Void š
Disclosing the Dread that Hide Inside š·ļø
š In domains where haziness holds its influence,
Where evening glow winds down and stars rot,
š·ļø Mysteries slither 'neath the cover of night,
A chilling dance of dread takes off.
š Murmurs reverberation in tormented corridors,
As ghostly specters elegance these walls,
š·ļø An ensemble of fear begins to play,
In the core of murkiness, spirits influence.
š Failed to remember dread stir and rise,
From dinky profundities where frightfulness lies,
š·ļø Faces concealed, eyes glimmer with dread,
As reality obscures into the perpetual evening.
š Shudder spirits, lost despondently,
Look for escape from this terrible bad dream,
š·ļø In any case, further they dive into the chasm,
Where fear and frenzy share a kiss.
š So regard this admonition, dear peruser strong,
As the story of loathsomeness and dread unfurls,
š·ļø The shadows of the void anticipate,
To guarantee the people who set out to entice their destiny.
About the Creator
Lonely King
šLonely Kingš
"Pursuing dreams, spreading grins. Go along with me in commending life's excellence and making a universe of energy. We should make the most of every second! āØšš"
Keep reading
More stories from Lonely King and writers in Poets and other communities.
There is a Thin Line Between Tears of Sorrow and Tears of Joy
I remember when my mother passed away. After the tears from the initial shock, our family sat in the living room and shared memories. We talked about her love and compassion toward others, the lessons she taught us about honesty, and how she taught us the importance of respecting ourselves and others. Then we started sharing memories that made us smile and eventually, each of us began to relax and tell stories that made us laugh.
By Brenda Mahler7 days ago in Humor
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.