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The purpose of this blog is keeping track of my diversive thoughts and feelings, which mostly vary from romanticism, impressionism to existentialism and expressionism.

For that matter, most of the posts I publish are of my own writing, unless it is stated otherwise. All of the stories, poems, quotes and contemplations I have written myself are tagged under "My writing".

Enjoy :)

MIDNIGHT REDEMPTION
Someone in our town has committed a dreadful sinIt was more horrid that the word horror itselfI know not how nor even where to begin!
While the town was at rest and its townies asleepOut of the mist a shaddow would peep.A look left and then right, it glided swiftly through the nightThe noise was only brief and the crime would begin When at the graveyard arrived the thief. The lack of the moon portrayed its doom Yet lucky for him the stars did gleam.The church bells struck midnightThe night grew dark and the shaddow so stark,Waited not for an insight!It took out its shovel; a shuff and a huff The dirt was flung out with a puffThere was no human being to interrupt this chuff.But little the shaddow knew This may have not been the best way thieving for jewelsFor true that the bodies were deceased But it was their spirits that never had ceased.And so he slowly came down to the coffins All made of mahagony and yewThe treasures he found were truly not few.
Right before dawn he finished his job and collecting the goodsA raven came by and over him flew.  It circled around him and cought a look in his eyesWhat an atrocious sight within it comprised!The shaddow became puzzled and tried to escapeBut the raven went after him and sat on his cape.The shaddow became appaled and started to repelBut the raven did not dispelIt pressed it claws deep into his flesh In every direction his blood started to spurt. But the raven did not stop,  And with the first ray of sunA scream of horror was to be heardA shuff and a puff, the raven flew off Leaving the shaddow in blood with emptied eyes sockets. When it gathered back it strenght, took its bag and wanted to leave It heard the raven flying just near.It picked up it shovel and swung it “I’ll kill you” the nearby awake would hear.The raven was getting away and the shaddow started to run“I will kill you no matter what there’s to be done”It swung and it swung and “baam” it hit the raven that landed with a thud.The shaddow was finally victorius and it with its last chance to leaveOne, two and three steps on the ground, The ground had ended and in it it fell without sound. 

MIDNIGHT REDEMPTION

Someone in our town has committed a dreadful sin
It was more horrid that the word horror itself
I know not how nor even where to begin!

While the town was at rest and its townies asleep
Out of the mist a shaddow would peep.

A look left and then right, it glided swiftly through the night
The noise was only brief and the crime would begin
When at the graveyard arrived the thief. 

The lack of the moon portrayed its doom
Yet lucky for him the stars did gleam.

The church bells struck midnight
The night grew dark and the shaddow so stark,
Waited not for an insight!

It took out its shovel; a shuff and a huff 
The dirt was flung out with a puff
There was no human being to interrupt this chuff.

But little the shaddow knew
This may have not been the best way thieving for jewels
For true that the bodies were deceased 
But it was their spirits that never had ceased.

And so he slowly came down to the coffins 
All made of mahagony and yew
The treasures he found were truly not few.

Right before dawn he finished his job and collecting the goods
A raven came by and over him flew.  
It circled around him and cought a look in his eyes
What an atrocious sight within it comprised!

The shaddow became puzzled and tried to escape
But the raven went after him and sat on his cape.

The shaddow became appaled and started to repel
But the raven did not dispel
It pressed it claws deep into his flesh
In every direction his blood started to spurt.

But the raven did not stop,  
And with the first ray of sun
A scream of horror was to be heard
A shuff and a puff, the raven flew off
Leaving the shaddow in blood with emptied eyes sockets. 

When it gathered back it strenght, took its bag and wanted to leave
It heard the raven flying just near.
It picked up it shovel and swung it “I’ll kill you” the nearby awake would hear.

The raven was getting away and the shaddow started to run
“I will kill you no matter what there’s to be done”
It swung and it swung and “baam” it hit the raven that landed with a thud.

The shaddow was finally victorius and it with its last chance to leave
One, two and three steps on the ground,
The ground had ended and in it it fell without sound.

 

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