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Oh noble albatross, flying witness for the world I now tell,
of ancient creatures dwelling far below in that watery hell.
Where the waters grow cold and stagnant and no sound disturbs,
lives one so cruel and dark, beyond all definition and words.
In the thick and gloom of deserts ebony, far off from shore,
setting eyes upon her and you will see land again nevermore.
Rising from the surface, a lovely maiden with wistful hair,
seductive thick lips and an upper torso left completely bare.
She is a mermaid, the great demon Queen of the seas,
with a kiss capable of making the currents of ones blood freeze.
And as the oceans tempest's bellowing, thundering clears,
she'll climb up ship's rails, playing upon both hopes and fears.
Her moods shifting with the waves, whims going to and fro,
but the end is always the same, pulling her victims far below.
Only then, after revealing her many sharp talons and teeth,
viciously consuming flesh as her prey screams from underneath.
To a graveyard in veils of seaweed and drowned sailors tears,
lost with the sounds of lapping waves, she sings for decaying ears.
Many a wealthy merchant came, with all his silver and gold,
heeding not the stories that the superstitious sailors told.
And should she decide to awaken the great slumbering kraken,
destruction in his wake, he is her most faithful companion.
And as her boney figure then writhes out from this scenic solitude,
she grasps her prey into the whirlpool before gorging on her food.
A monster unconfined, nothing can ever escape such prowess,
bearing the traits of such a malicious, unforgiving huntress.
So be warned, an evil lurks in the darkness of those desolate seas,
I swear that this be true, just as the very wind may breeze.
So next you see a bodies pallid remains upon a surf tormented shore,
count yourself fortunate to set eyes upon the land again evermore.
of ancient creatures dwelling far below in that watery hell.
Where the waters grow cold and stagnant and no sound disturbs,
lives one so cruel and dark, beyond all definition and words.
In the thick and gloom of deserts ebony, far off from shore,
setting eyes upon her and you will see land again nevermore.
Rising from the surface, a lovely maiden with wistful hair,
seductive thick lips and an upper torso left completely bare.
She is a mermaid, the great demon Queen of the seas,
with a kiss capable of making the currents of ones blood freeze.
And as the oceans tempest's bellowing, thundering clears,
she'll climb up ship's rails, playing upon both hopes and fears.
Her moods shifting with the waves, whims going to and fro,
but the end is always the same, pulling her victims far below.
Only then, after revealing her many sharp talons and teeth,
viciously consuming flesh as her prey screams from underneath.
To a graveyard in veils of seaweed and drowned sailors tears,
lost with the sounds of lapping waves, she sings for decaying ears.
Many a wealthy merchant came, with all his silver and gold,
heeding not the stories that the superstitious sailors told.
And should she decide to awaken the great slumbering kraken,
destruction in his wake, he is her most faithful companion.
And as her boney figure then writhes out from this scenic solitude,
she grasps her prey into the whirlpool before gorging on her food.
A monster unconfined, nothing can ever escape such prowess,
bearing the traits of such a malicious, unforgiving huntress.
So be warned, an evil lurks in the darkness of those desolate seas,
I swear that this be true, just as the very wind may breeze.
So next you see a bodies pallid remains upon a surf tormented shore,
count yourself fortunate to set eyes upon the land again evermore.
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October short story
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The terrifying part is that it’s on the inside of the window.
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It was the one thing you knew you had to do. You still know it. It feels wrong but you know it. Deep down in the coldest part of your brain, it’s there. She is the one thing that can bring you back. And she is so close.
You hang up the phone. It crashes into the receiver with the familiar metallic crunch. Your hand stays wrapped about the handle for a moment, unwilling to release it just yet. She’s waiting for you now; waiting for you to be there once more; waiting for you to hold her like you used to, arms about her and your chin resting atop her head. On the other end of the line her voice sounded beautiful, no
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The night is moonless yet the wolves still howl.
The night is dark but still comes the haunting call,
The blood does boil as anticipation does rise.
I sharpen my blade even as i see the madness growing in your eyes.
you want to fight i don't know why
you want to bleed perhaps to die.
I test my blade do you even wonder why?
your thirst for blood so strong that could you shed tears you would surly cry
or perhaps your wouldn't in not sure i'll ever know
so eager are you to reap the destruction that you sow
alive you leave my blade in hand.
to wage a battle in this land
half dead do you return to this place called home
covered in blood b
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Incredible!
The sea is as vast as it is mysterious. A world still undiscovered and still untouched by man
Yet remember that not all of the sea's beauty is benevolent
There are creatures that lurk that by far mean no remorse
The sea is as vast as it is mysterious. A world still undiscovered and still untouched by man
Yet remember that not all of the sea's beauty is benevolent
There are creatures that lurk that by far mean no remorse