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Tower

I shall Devour, says the monster in the tower.

Yet, spare me, spare me, it does scream.

When anyone does a thing, to stop the schemes

That it screams with all its power.

In that Tower of Broken Dreams.

Feast

Hello Darling, says the Beast just as he has invited you to feast,

upon this plethora of things to eat.

Greedy, Greedy, he does speak just as you begin to feast.

What a hypocritical Beast.

The Bell-Tower

Ding-Dong

Goes the Bell

Filling all that hear it with Hellish Dread

For they know,

It is time for the Beast

To be Fed.

Moon is me in a nutshell HA

Kudos to the original artist

Camille Fourcade on Instagram

Why do you do this to me Dracula? And to think I thought I was over you?

Goblins Goblins Goblins

Just need the Goblin King to go with them.

Beautiful library in Munich Bavaria

© Thomas

Simple. That chaotic friend that some people have.

Unbeknown to most, the Norse gods are still among us. Thor is a grumpy personal trainer, Freya is a successful influencer. Quite a few of the dwarves are top level sysadmins. But what about Loki?

Such Devotion.

obsessed w this genre of art. me n my girl

Me, being cornered by the shadow creature with glowing eyes and sharp fangs who lives in the fields next to my village, who is about to bite me: God, I've never been so turned on in my life

Getting close to the last prompts

Trapped Or Free

Trapped-

That means being in a cage

And not being able to escape.

But if you cannot escape,

What happens then?

Or.

Or.

A choice between two.

But which one will you choose?

Free?

But what sort of thing is being free?

Is it like being Free as a Bird?

Is it being out of a cage?

Or is it not being Trapped?

Only those that know what it’s like to be Free will know.

The Little Girl & The Shadows

There was one a little girl who, like most children, played and danced with glee and carelessness. She, like most children was afraid of the shadows and what lied in them. She hid from them and was fearful of them. However, as time grew on, she found that she did not need to fear them. She needed to fear the monster that hid in the light. The monster that looked like everyone else and pretended to act like everyone else. So, she hid from the monsters in the light. She hid from them by dwelling in the shadows with the little monsters from her childhood. Those monsters became her friends and she became theirs. They sheltered her from the monsters of the light and cared for her. They cared for her more than anyone had ever cared. They cared more than her mother, father, siblings, and friends. They, unlike all the others, never left her. In the end, she died, and the shadows wept. The shadows had finally found someone to love them and they slipped away with the sands of time. They vowed to find her again. And they did. They found her again and again. She loved them every time and as did they. The End.

My Idea Of A Perfect Day

The wind howls and rain pours on a dark stormy night. The rain bombards the dimly lit house surrounded by a dreary and dark forest. However, once inside, a somber melancholy tune floats through the house, drowning out the thundering of the rain. The melody flows out of the attic's dark domain. In the shadow-filled attic, a candlelit room awaits. The smell of lavender permeates the air, bringing a sense of calm to the dim room. A feminine figure relaxes on a grand four-poster bed with the soft, sheer, and delicate silk curtains closed. The female form wears an elegant nightgown, the color of blood. The figure is silently reading an ancient and worn book with the title, Dracula, etched into it. They bask in the morbid literature and the somber music like the shadows clinging to the walls.

Nightmares

Screaming your heart out

Feeling your fear

The darkness wants you to know its here

But don't fear

Its only a graze

In this haze

Of madness here