|21 year old girl from England with a love of writing & seeking great art. C:|
DoubtIt came upon me faster than a lightning bolt.Doubt by carouselcat
It blinded me, rendered me senseless, left me no ground to stand upon.
But I didn’t fall, not physically, anyway.
It made me feel like I was drowning.
It silenced me, weighed me down, shackled my wings.
Not that I could ever fly.
It was my greatest enemy that would not be felled.
As the zombie from its resting place, the doubt clawed free.
The skeletal fingers closed over my hand and moved the cursor to the X.
Then it was done.
Another small world of mine, dead.
Another small piece of me, hollow.
The revenant nods slowly as it slides back into the rotten coffin.
“You will never be hurt.”
Its voice whispers softly from the depths of my mind as my heart bleeds.
In RealityWhat a strange concept it is,In Reality by carouselcat
To so easily wander the paths of your mind,
Dance across the star spattered sky of your dreams,
Touch the colours of your thoughts,
See this wonderful world inside of YOU
And yet feel lost.
Strange days it seems to me,
When you may wander among the fantastic beasts,
Slay demons with singing blades,
Spread wings of emerald and
Speak with the voice of a God-
Yet be paralyzed in a silence of fear.
It is so strange,
That a warrior’s spirit can be so easily chained,
His aspirations cut down and red cloak left,
Tattered veins of cloth,
Stomped into the concrete of monotonous reality.
In his world he bows to no one,
Yet he falls down into dirt every day.
How strange then is it,
When a girl with so much beauty inside of her mind,
A kindly, benevolent, shining kingdom,
Radiant with so many golden hearts,
Can yet be called ‘ugly’ and mocked
As forked tongues darken her skies
And cause her tears to fall.
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