Vanish #2


 With the snuffing of the candle,

darkness walks into the room.

A fine crack in the doorframe,

permits the misty gloom.

A figure lingers in the void,

not known upon this earth.

It’s sucking in all happiness,

any joyfulness and mirth.

A wail’s heard in the distance,

oh such an agonising cry.

All arms and legs are frozen,

can’t move them if we try.

Too late we understand now,

darkness has taken hold.

We should have taken more heed,

of stories that were told.

A witch who returns at Christmas,

after she was banished.

Following any darkness here,

they find the children vanish


Wait until the darkness comes, the bones are going to shake.

Don’t wait in here, they come alive, your soul they want to take.

The bone chapel stores the bones, of those  from long gone by.

I’m leaving here before its dark, I bid farewell goodbye!  
Fun post in response to The Faily Prompt – Darkness 

iPhone photos from a bone chapel in Portugal 

Dark Bits

We have to look at all aspects of ourselves, good and bad, lightness and darkness.  We are made of all these things and have to acknowledge the not so good parts as well as seeing the beauty.

Some of the dark parts are buried deep inside, snapped off and buried somewhere along the way. We might not know about these things, they might not be of this lifetime but they follow us and arise at times like a dark fog blocking our way forward.

So how might we do this, firstly acknowledge they are there, however small we have splinters of black. I’m not saying that if you have worked on yourself you are not a beautiful bright soul but the fact that we are here in this heaviness indicates we might still have some clearing to do.  

I hope I do not offend, when I was told I had dark things buried I was not amused in the slightest but I knew it was the truth. Acknowledging it, so can help release our darkest aspects and bring them to the light.  

I fear not being loved, being unlovable, I always  have, however much love is lavished on me. Why, is it because I have not been worthy of love in the past, pushed it away? I don’t know but I have to find the worthy loveable me now so I don’t repeat this again.  I’m also materialistic, I hate this aspect of me too and I know my coffin will be only big enough for me, why do I need so much shit around me. I have to start loving me more and stuff less!

Anyway upwards and onwards into the light 😉

In response to the Daily Prompt – Darkness 



The darkness comes a creeping, it comes at dead of night.

It creeps up walls and furniture, it takes out all the light.

Heaviness accompanies it, swarming around the room.

When  darkness overtakes me, I pray for morning soon.


But why the fear of blackness, dark and dingy things.

Blackbirds, crows and bats and other things with wings.

They cannot really hurt me, certainly not when it’s light.

They haven’t anymore power, just because it’s night.


So I preserver and pray a lot, before I blow the flame.

I look around the room once more, is it still the same?

And then in sleep I slumber, wrapped and very warm.

Until the darkness disappears, with the light of a new dawn.