I live in a house made up of smoke; it was built by shadows and cemented by ghosts. my whole life i have lived in this crypt and yet not once complained of the company of the deceased. i have found that one can get used to living amongst the dead and dining with ghouls.
It is a place of shadows, It is a place of Death. Follow the path leading down to it And you are certain to never return. Creatures lurk around every corner, Monsters from unimaginable nightmares, From terrifying dreams. They wait to pounce on the unsuspecting, They wait to hound the weak. Do your best not […]
They came from the shadows Wearing matching grins. Their eyes shining with mirth And their mouths filled with laughter. There were two of them, And they both looked as different as they could. Yet they stuck close to one another, Their hands always attached. From them the shadows grew, Bigger and darker until all else […]