The HunterThe Erlkönig in the Black Forest roamsThe Hunter by carouselcat
His crown of leaves bejewelled with bones
Cloaked in fog the wind his whispers
Calling to him all willing listeners
Skeletal branches darken the skies
At the foot of his throne come soft cries
For all of his victims softly shall fall
It is only your nature to hear Death’s call
The KelpieThe silver eye of the moon was still sailing through dark, stormy skies when Alice reluctantly left the warm shelter of her cottage, eyes still dull with the residue of her nightmares. As she stepped outside, the cold wind violently lashed at her face, the night spitting upon her with icy needles of rain that forced her to narrow her eyes and bow her head, the plastic material of her hood the only defence that she had.The Kelpie by carouselcat
In one hand, she grasped the handle of a large, steel bucket, heavy with the weight of its load. Several large trout and salmon mixed with wet cat food. The contents made her nostrils flare and stomach churn with disgust, but it was a small thing to endure in prevention of a much greater offence. She hadn’t bothered to cover the top of it, knowing the hungry recipient would probably prefer his meal soaked in rain water. He certainly had strange tastes.
These were best not dwelt upon.
Having left the slick paving of her garden and crossed the sodden road, she entere
Calling you outMy words are causticCalling you out by carouselcat
They burn with their meaning
Blazing away your weak skin
Exposing your lies
Purifying the poisons you spread.
Your venom is insidious,
They spread like a cancer,
Until, like a trap they spring,
Catching your victim unawares,
You are a snake,
Always shaking that rattle at the end of your long tales.
Always threatening to turn that forked tongue on others.
Yet you cry in anguish should a tongue of silver
Whisper softly to cut at your soul like a blade,
For then your poisons can seep through your own wounds
And you realize the truth of it- your own worth.
I have heard you speaking,
Yet your words are worth dirt
And I tire of it filling my ears.
It is not fertile soil but barren
Creating a desolate land-
For what could ever grow from it but hate?
Candyfloss, the Big Bad Wolf and the pupThe day outside was warm and bright, the perfect summers day. The clear blue skies soared overhead and warm, gentle breezes stirred the emerald leaves on the trees in the large gardens outside. It should have proven to be one of those idyllic lazy summer days, spent sunbathing by the pool with iced tea, or maybe just drowsing on the lawns.Candyfloss, the Big Bad Wolf and the pup by carouselcat
At least, that was how Kidd would have preferred to spend her morning. Unfortunately, however, she was being forced to spend it trying to encourage an overgrown man-mutt out of bed, though all attempts so far had proven fruitless. She could feel her face twitching with anger, she was so annoyed.
"Gabriel, I mean it, if you won't get up, I'll scream!"
"Don't try to bluff with me Candyfloss!" Gabriel yawned lazily in answer, his liquid amber eyes glowing with amusement. "I know you don't wanna pay for more windows!" When she didn't say anything, his grey lips formed that lopsided grin of amusement and, triumphantly, he snuggled back against the pillows