I spent my childhood in the garden,
Beneath an oaken tree,
The place all children go before they become men,
Little did I know what awaited me,
The sunlight streamed through the leaves,
And the beasts and birds played,
But it’s not what you perceive,
The world around me I had made,
Was fragmented like a shattered mirror,
Razor sharp and twisted,
And in my nightmare the unearthly horror,
Would soon escape my tiny head,
Into this world we call real,
To drive away my kin and clan.
Beneath an oaken tree,
The place all children go before they become men,
Little did I know what awaited me,
The sunlight streamed through the leaves,
And the beasts and birds played,
But it’s not what you perceive,
The world around me I had made,
Was fragmented like a shattered mirror,
Razor sharp and twisted,
And in my nightmare the unearthly horror,
Would soon escape my tiny head,
Into this world we call real,
To drive away my kin and clan.
Tue Dec 25, 2018 8:28 am by Nekalah
» Vampire Kind
Tue Dec 25, 2018 8:25 am by Nekalah
» Ghost or Horror you decide.
Thu May 31, 2018 11:08 am by Lady Magickina
» untitled...
Thu May 07, 2015 12:49 am by Nekalah
» ( Untitled) 2009
Mon Apr 06, 2015 2:16 pm by Nekalah
» the girl named ivy
Mon Apr 06, 2015 2:13 pm by Nekalah
» An excerpt from Charnel House (ONA)
Mon Mar 23, 2015 8:33 pm by Nekalah
» Short stories
Fri Mar 20, 2015 6:58 pm by Nekalah
» (Untitled/Unfinished)
Thu Mar 19, 2015 11:49 pm by Nekalah