DESERTED CASTLE

Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland || Personal photograph

 

 

A castle where spirits walk

Darkness hides in corners

Vintage fingerprints smudge the walls

Old fragrances float in the air

Shadows follow without footsteps

And sighs fill the empty spaces

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I WALK ALONE

 

I walk alone.

In dead silence.

The wind flees.

The moon hides.

I walk alone.

Death is my companion.

Fear is my weapon.

Hell is my home.

I walk alone.

THE FINAL BELL

passium Deactivated

 

 

Walk to the end.

A long walk alone.

Clouds hang low.

Quiet reigns supreme.

Darkness abounds.

One foot in front of the other.

Moving closer to the end.

Does heaven wait for me?

I close my eyes in acceptance.

Fate has rung her final bell.

THE PARTY

 

 

A luxury yacht sails the ocean.

Aboard are many guests,

Dressed in jewels and ball gowns.

Champagne flows freely.

Music fills the night air.

Bodies fall into the water,

Some are swimming,

And some are not.

Blood trickles into the water,

Covered by the moon’s shadow.

Cries increase in tempo

Until silence sweeps the dark ship.

THE DOOR

Wooden Door, Orvieto, Italy © Doug Hickok  All Rights Reserved

 

The door beckons.

It opens.

Into the darkness.

Into the quiet.

We step inside.

It locks behind us.

The silence envelopes us.

It carries us to our destination.

To the dark chambers.

Beneath the house.

Where our fate awaits us.

THE DEAD GAME

ICY HOT

Ice Fire

 

Cold.

Icy cold.

My toes feel numb.

My fingers tingle.

The wind howls.

Sleep tempts me.

But I must continue

to the top of the hill.

The view waits for me.

Only a few more steps.

Silence wraps its arms around me.

I raise my face to the beauty.

The colors take my breath away.