The Dark Series

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THE DARK SERIES
The Beginning…
Deep into the darkness, where there isn’t a ray of light…
Exploring the wonders of gloom…
Walking in the shivers, alone in the cold;
No, the voices that torture you keep you company.
Glancing at the naked sky, searching for comfort,
But the sky mocks you instead, no stars to brighten your path, the moon has abandoned you also…
You are left with the cold that traps you in its trance…
Painting horrible pictures of the night.
And the shadows that call to you at intervals, those shadows lurking behind the trees…
This is the way to the bottomless pit…
Fear, the thought of it brings it closer to you…
You try to hide, but you are in for worse…
The journey has just begun.










The Aftermath…
Behold the beauty in the dark, the things that come alive in the night time…
The howling from the distance…
The moaning from within…
The shadows still calling to you, like the ghoul invites you to its grave...
The thing at its best when the sun is hidden has come for you.
This is the moonlight horror, it’s time for the beautiful sacrifice.
The underworld is thirsty for more souls; your soul.
You are next, no amount of screaming can save you…
Feel the goose-bumps rise on your skin, like a dick rises to function.
Oh my gosh, the bats just left their nests…
You wish you were tucked in bed, with that special someone, enjoying body warmth and juicy kisses…
But there is no escape, you are trapped for good.
You still let your mind drift to when you were stripped off your clothing, doing things that fill you with pleasure…
It’s no use, you are dead any way.
You will be stripped, but to enjoy excruciating pleasure.
Feel your worthless life evaporate from your body;
Prepare the lonely path to your miserable end…
Look forward to your eternity in the underworld.






The Flashback…
The journey to the center of darkness is longer than you expected.
You didn’t wish to be disturbed by so many memories…
Yet you remember way too soon how it all began;
How you got stuck in this mess…

Lost in thoughts, you decided to be alone…
Lost in the woods now, you wished you weren’t so alone…
‘Cos it is the middle of the night;
When the scarecrows are scarier…
When the vampires are hungrier…
When the werewolves decide to hunt…
When the bats aren’t so blind any more…
When the owls rotate 360…
When the frogs aren’t afraid to croak…
When the annoying crickets keep chirping…
When yellow eyes seek your pretty face…
When the ghouls decide to leave footprints…
When the phantoms play hide and seek with anyone…
When the night mist makes your teeth clench…
When everything is black…
Well, at least now you know the rumors of the terrors of the night are true…
It is your only consolation.



The End... 

 Finally, you are here…
The underworld with all its great terrors…
If only your beloved was with you…
Then you both could endure pain with the pleasure of having each other…
But no, you decided to get lost alone…
Now the Dark Lord smiles at you.
You are his forever…
You are aware of the tormented souls drifting around
Or the ones in chains…
You can only think of your soul as a new captive…
You try to scream, but fear takes the sound before you make it;
You try to run, but fear takes the move before you make it;
You are paralysed…
Oh shit, is this how it all ends?
Now the Dark Lord moves closer to claim your soul…
The demons gather round you…
You are the new meal, the new toy, the new miserable object.
It is your end, enjoy it while it lasts…
*screams*

#LIV

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