Bilbo Baggins
08-16-2004, 19:28
I went through a period of reading a lot of Horror ( i.e. Lovecraft,Poe,King would guess it kinda out of my mind
*shrug*
As the hours of darkness pass and the orb of night makes it’s lonely journey through the cloud filled inky black of the forlorn sky.
Slowly they rise in the shadows of the night to slowly slither and slip from the eternal sleep. Drifting through night’s cold dark places to haunt the dreams of your slumber,
Macabre parodies of what they once were, perverse and distorted with the rags of their shrouds clinging to the hollow insubstantial remnants of what they once were.
With the burning hatred toward life fueling their travel, And the hopes and promises of your dreams shining as a beckon;Onward and closer they come.
In blissful ignorance you sleep, with dreams of joy and promise floating though your mind. as your lifes hopes play before you in your minds eye you realise the sustanse of the world of your night changes,colors begin to drain and mist and shadows fill the imigary of your mind.the dreams of promise shift to dispare and misary. Hopes of the future become fear and dread. Flashes or pain and unspeakable horrors begin to fill the mind.
In sleep you turn and whimper as you fight and crawl you way from dreams, fighting and clawing through the landscape of agony catching glimpses of things beyond your ability to comprehend. The shadowy forms of terror cling to you, slowing and restricting your efforts.
Suddenly you break free, a flash and you waken, feeling as though you have fallen to the bed from a place far above. The sheets are twisted and twined about you, saturated in the sweat of your efforts, your breathing is harsh and rapid, and your heart pounds as though trying to escape your breast. Your eyes open and through the sweat dripping from your brow you catch a glimpse of something cold and vague darting through the dimness of your chamber. Flitting through the corners of your sight it makes its way out beyond your room to howl with aguish at the loss of your soul.
*shrug*
As the hours of darkness pass and the orb of night makes it’s lonely journey through the cloud filled inky black of the forlorn sky.
Slowly they rise in the shadows of the night to slowly slither and slip from the eternal sleep. Drifting through night’s cold dark places to haunt the dreams of your slumber,
Macabre parodies of what they once were, perverse and distorted with the rags of their shrouds clinging to the hollow insubstantial remnants of what they once were.
With the burning hatred toward life fueling their travel, And the hopes and promises of your dreams shining as a beckon;Onward and closer they come.
In blissful ignorance you sleep, with dreams of joy and promise floating though your mind. as your lifes hopes play before you in your minds eye you realise the sustanse of the world of your night changes,colors begin to drain and mist and shadows fill the imigary of your mind.the dreams of promise shift to dispare and misary. Hopes of the future become fear and dread. Flashes or pain and unspeakable horrors begin to fill the mind.
In sleep you turn and whimper as you fight and crawl you way from dreams, fighting and clawing through the landscape of agony catching glimpses of things beyond your ability to comprehend. The shadowy forms of terror cling to you, slowing and restricting your efforts.
Suddenly you break free, a flash and you waken, feeling as though you have fallen to the bed from a place far above. The sheets are twisted and twined about you, saturated in the sweat of your efforts, your breathing is harsh and rapid, and your heart pounds as though trying to escape your breast. Your eyes open and through the sweat dripping from your brow you catch a glimpse of something cold and vague darting through the dimness of your chamber. Flitting through the corners of your sight it makes its way out beyond your room to howl with aguish at the loss of your soul.