Entry 310: They Who Searched For Hope

1.

They breathed through their masks

Walking inside the caves

Praying beyond hope

The things they discovered

Were not the things they thought

They might…

2.

The first drops of blood

Dripped upon one of the mens faces

Then came the chittering

Followed by whispering

Into darkness the last one in line

Was dragged…

Screaming as he disappeared

His team unable to help

Then came the screams

Blistering the remaining souls ears

For they knew

The next thing that’d happen

Is they would likely

Be missing too…

3.

The screams rang on

Almost like a song

The remaining men tried to turn and run…

Sadly for them

The entrance was gone

How?

Was their first thought…

Was it an illusion

Regardless,

They were lost in confusion

As soon another was snatched up!

This one vanished high above

Blood soon raining

Along with his guts!

4.

The other men ran

Only 4 left

Half searching

For the missing families within.

Most in truth were now running

Crying and screaming!

Wondering why they ever showed up?

They were just volunteers

Looking for the missing families

That’d vanished over the years

Supposedly with not even a trace of dust…

5.

How could they know as another was ripped in half

That they’d never leave this place again

They wanted to do the right thing

Guess sometimes

The right thing

Doesn’t end well…

6.

Yet another man died soon after

His face eaten off!

2 left in his stead,

Soon they’d be dead

It was only a matter of time they thought…

What would they do now?

The men fired their guns

Into darkness unknown

Their screams

The only things that could be heard…

The gunfire was mute

It did nothing it’s true

As another soon lost his head!

7.

One life remained

He tried to stifle his screams

As he heard silence soon fall…

His ammunition useless

He fired off his last round

Hoping he’d kill something

He thought…

No sound came

A low breathing soon felt

Just over the final survivors shoulder…

8.

The little ones crawled

A scream was heard

Soon they began burrowing inside his flesh!

The mans died

The townspeople were scared

Still no one would dare enter the caves again…

What befell the lost families?

What killed the men who searched for them?

Many a question and mystery remained…

Still,

One thing was for sure

It is likely no one would ever truly know

Where the families had gone

Or…

Just what had killed…

-They Who Searched For Hope-

 

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Entry 308: A Song Of Death

If you listen closely

Quite late at night

You can hear the sound of music playing…

The tune is quite old

Probably not recognizable to most

It is the first thing you’ll hear

Before your time is up…

The closer to your time

The more audible it will get

Eventually you’ll hear all of it

The song is meant to put you at peace

It is meant to keep your mind off the pain

To give you a chance to say a final prayer

To put to rest any second guessing…

A calm in the storm

That is your Death

The songs sound can change,

Based upon your life

It is the first hint

Of where you’ll be,

In the after life

So rest easy

Let the song take you away

May your soul know peace

After the grave

-A Song Of Death-

Entry 295: The Lighthouse & The Monster

There is a place

Older than time

A lighthouse

Truly divine

It’s a beautiful place

In the middle of an Ocean Of Death

The souls of the dead

Within the oceans depths

Helplessly screaming…

Wishing they still had a chance!

The light projects

The light protects

It brings safety to the passing ships

The ones which ride this Ocean Of Death

The ones with souls who still have a chance.

What does it protect the souls from you ask?

A darkness waiting to consume them.

A monster locked within space & time…

Forgotten by the living.

The light keeps it at bay,

Locked within the confines of this between state.

Inside this place however,

Even the ferrymen & Reapers

Who ferry the souls with a chance

Are in grave danger if not within

The lighthouses warm embrace.

The monstrosity is a horrid thing

Its influence seeping into other realities

The originator of evil itself

Much worse than The Devil it be!

No God could wish to kill

That which can kill them…

So it is,

They locked away

The darkest part of any history!

Though its evil thoughts slip within

The minds & hearts of many men

The monster itself is contained within

The Lighthouses ever watching eyes

No hope of leaving

So long as the beacon of hope remains.

On & on the lighthouse turns

Its lights spinning safety

Wherever they touch.

Still it is that it sits in the center of a storm

The monster encircling it near completely!

Blood soaked rains pour!

Thunder roars!

Lightning gives a glimpse of what lurks just out of sight!

The ferrymen are warned never to look

Into the monsters gaze

Lest they be driven insane!

Turning their boats far away

Leaving the lighthouse for darkness

Their screams piercingly loud

Played again & again

For the monsters own sick amusement…

Ask any ferrymen or Reaper

Who’ve sailed the Ocean Of Death

What is it they fear most?

They’ll tell you

…Ferrying the souls across the Ocean Of Death…

The Monster ever watching!

The Monster ever taunting!

The storm that churns eternally!

The chorus of the souls who scream just as long!

…The Lighthouse being ones only hope…

-The Lighthouse & The Monster-

 

 

Entry 283: The Eye

Look into the Eye

See how it stares

Know it knows your thoughts

Know it knows your prayers

The secrets hidden within

All the long forgotten sins

The Eye sees them

As it does you

If you blink

To oblivion it will send you.

You might think

That makes little sense

But,

How are we to understand The Eye’s reasoning?

We know not why it stares you into death.

We know not why it reads all of your darkest secrets.

If the Eye happens upon you

It’s probably too late

Your fate is bound

Just accept it.

-The Eye-

 

Entry 282: The Film

Black & white

Such a beautiful sight

Watch it play

The tragic ends

Day after day.

Come forth

Enter the room

Dare to watch what happens

Within the film room.

A reel

Age unknown

Plays a specific event

Again & again

Adding each time it plays

A new found victim.

So come forth

Watch the black & white film roll

See the sad stories

Of the other souls.

The ones who dared to watch

Some for thrills

Others happened upon the obscure piece

Unknowingly…

It does not matter

If you close your eyes

So long as you are present when it starts to play

Trapped in the room

You will be.

The sad truth of the matter

As you attempt to close your eyes

Or look away,

In your mind

It will play anyways.

No escape

Nothing you can do

Until finally you are drawn within

The black & white world

Within the film,

Ensuring your doom!

It is at this point

Overwhelming sadness will occur

Your nightmarish reality

Overwhelming you.

There is no hope

The whispers will begin

Things that only you hear

As the film plays silently

Inside the room.

Soon enough you will be like all the rest

Another victim

Another of the dead.

Maybe you will hang?

Maybe you will take a gun to your head?

Maybe you will simply cut yourself to death?

The one thing assured from this place

Is you will take your life

…In some way…

-The Film-

Entry 277: The Queen Of Dreams

Blessing you with happiness

Sometimes wracking you with fear

The world you enter at night is completely dependent upon

What she deems you to see or hear

Wandering through a maze

Tending to a garden

Maybe you win 1st place in a race to the oceans bottom?

Anything is a possibility in the world of dreams

Even being trapped within one

Eternally…

It matters not whether you are good or bad

What you’ve done in life,

Whether you are happy or sad

You are at her whim & mercy.

So pray only that she sees fit to let you come back

No matter your reality

No matter where you live

So long as you live & breathe

Once you close your eyes

In her world you will be.

Not much is known about her

Nor, when she came to be

Some think her a God

Others a mere trickster

Capable of warping realities.

Ultimately however,

Once you close your eyes

In the moment you are gripped by sleep

You are a plaything,

A puppet,

At the mercy of…

-The Queen Of Dreams-

Entry 268: BWL&L: The Flower

In a place so dark & grey

Lay a plant for which never decays

A flower of the reddest red

Stands tall in a land that is the deadest of the dead

The ruins where once stood a castle stood

Now is home to a beautiful flower

Any who’ve tried to pluck it wound up dead

Missing

Or something on events of a somewhat similar thread

A curiosity to be sure

Seeing as it rains here constantly

Rarely is there a ray of sun to be had

Perplexed are souls who pass by it

Furthermore the land it stands on is haunted

In many ways, by twisted things

All around this flower

Spirits of the dead scream

The purpose of the flower?

No one knows

Many believe it could be the key to immortality

If someone were to know the proper spell

Alas these are legends ever old

That from generation to generation have been told

Nothing about this flower is truly known

Save for the fact

It is a thing of beauty

In the midst of a land

That breeds only Death

-The Flower-