Welcome to the darkness.... This area is a journey through the darker regions of my imagination. Creatures foreboding and ominous inhabit the dank recesses of the twilight, so by all means... watch your step and look behind you... he he he...
Castle Dracula An evil spire, This castle black Broods on a jagged height, The home of one Count Dracula Abode of corrupt might. With Window empty And portals shut Oppression rules this place, A desolate air And graveyard scent. Villagers pass in haste. In halls defiled By blood and pain Bright joy is drowned with tears, Grim and grey The ancient stone Dashes all hope with fears. The halls are trod By spectral hosts, Unseen, woefully real. The spirits of victims From ages past Who did the Count's bite feel. The kitchen is bare Of food and drink, For these there is no need. For from bare necks With razored teeth The dark count nightly feeds. Down elder steps Blackened with use A dismal passage leads, Ending down deep At dungeon's door Where he drinks his foul meads. The creaking door On bolts of time Releases the scent obscene, Suffering and fear, Blood, pain, undeath, Makes one ever unclean. On walls of damp Cold shackles hang, For the condemned they wait To tightly clasp The innocents Who see their doom too late. Anguish-filled cries, Screams from long past Silent echoes throughout Hushed and yet sharp Calling to us, "RUN! MAKE HASTE AND GET OUT!" An evil spire, This castle black Broods on a jagged height, Watching us go With hurried step. We're easy prey tonight. The Elevator The office building, standing tall, Seems safe as it can be. But lurking here within this place Is danger none can see. The secretaries come and go, Executives as well, Unaware of an appetite That's evil, dark and fell. Chameleon of sorts, it is, Seems innocent and plain. The elevator waits to serve. Inside there's not a stain. By all appearances, it is Simply means of transport, But there are times when hunger moves It to a deadly sport. Look now, here comes a messenger Who needs to reach Fifth Floor. He presses 'UP' and steps right through The quickly opened door. Deliberately the door slides shut, The care begins to lift. The evil thing wherein he rides Begins its shape to shift. Unseen by him the walls expose Thousands of tiny teeth. The lighting dims to eery red, All movement has just ceased. "What the heck? Aw, this is just great! Stuck in between the floors!" He vainly presses the alarm. "Jeez, I could use a Coors..." In the dim light, he cannot see The walls begin to close Until he utters screams of pain... But no one can hear those. The elevator reaches Fifth, It's empty, clean and bright. Ready to serve, its hunger gone. Well, leastwise for tonight.