Terrible days ahead,
Scary roads ahead,
Chilling winds already,
What great banquet to Ms Koin,
For 7 years since her sleep,
She is awake, and needs to be fed.
Oh clueless lovers,
Oh clueless youth
Tonight this cabin in the woods,
Shall cringe to her hooves,
Once in love herself,
Betrayed by a friend,
Smacked to the base,
Buried half dead,
What great recipe for doom,
Upon those who call that cabin she died in,
Haven.
She is Ms Koin,
She is abominable,
Reeking of rotten flesh,
Skin so pale,
Eyes so dark, seems like the devil's rest
She walks upon the wooden floors,
With a terrifying sound to every step,
Sound so hollow, sound so far
Sound so engulfing,
The sound of death,
When you hear this,
you are paralysed,
When you hear this,
a prayer should suffice,
God receive your soul,
oh clueless lovers,
Behold your damnation,
Behold Ms Koin.
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 4:16 AM UTC
I AM REX
I am against the storm
I am stronger than I was yesterday
Will be even stronger tomorrow
For I am not the norm
I am ravenous
I am the knight that slays
I am ambitious
I am nothing short of who preys
For I am,
I AM REX
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 9:55 AM UTC
In the beginning,
Was a child born of love and hate
A product of manipulation, tears and scars,
For if there be any devil, will be his father
For non could match his taste,
for blood.
If there be any angel, would be his mother
Whose heart was locked in fates prison bars.
He said on the night of violence
'Oh angel, forsake me not, do not leave me or this child, our lives would have no sense'
But to the good, comes wisdom at a crucial time,
To the good also comes naivete, and hopes that soon, all would be fine.
She would sing, she would weep, if only she knew what grim awaited her ahead.
Leave! The other angels said, or soon the god's would grieve, but she was struck by an addiction which came only from the devil's whip.
Behold the faithful night, with overwhelming darkness, she stood by the balcony, contemplating her sadness staring down a three storied wall
Lo, a strong wind with a stench so dizzying, she looked back and saw the grim had come to reap.
She leapt forward and down she came with a fall, finally the end of her sorrows and the begining of her sleep.
For the demons rejoiced, another soul gone, but the god's have a wicked humor laughing as they poised, forgetting not the child.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 8:58 AM UTC