TheUnforgivableSin

The moon rose, and the sky dimmed, the wind howling at the white orb, as it traveled through the trees, knocking birds and small animals that lived in the leaves.It approached the mountain at a steady pace, racing the leaves that followed in hast, Other voices of the wind, Ran and leaped through crevices and holes, that decorated the mountain like gold.The voices harmonized, howling loudly at the night, as more of its brethren joined the cry, mouring the loss of a lost heart, the one that once guided them through the dark.This is just a short poem I came up with and I might add more onto it later <3

  Outside the mansion snow fell quite heavily, coating the woods with a thick layer of powder.  Inside everyone was still sleeping, blissfully consumed within their dream state of mind.  The house was dark, decorated with their own murder themed ornaments.  There was mistletoes hung in every door way, stockings still waiting to be filled next the fire place,  Christmas lights strung up in the hallways,  blood splatters on the walls in the shape of Christmas trees and tinsel pieces, mangled and speckled with blood, spread out around on the floor.   The Christmas lights were in the shapes of murder weapons; knives, chainsaws, pipes, guns ec...