|Welcome to the group! Everyone is welcome to post any kind of DARK, gothic, creepy, scary, horror, and or gory art they want! |
Fan art of any kind is also welcome - as long as it is dark in some way! the definition of dark is not rigid or strictly here either. it can be light and humorous "dark" as well.
We also LOVE Tim Burton here so you are welcome to post ANYTHING Tim Burton related or inspired!
Also anything Halloween related is welcome as well!
The ONLY Rules!
- Please upload to the appropriate gallery folder. if you aren't sure which, feel free to ask. there is also an "other folder" if you're not sure.
- have fun!
- don't be afraid of the dark
also feel free to check out my etsy shop! I make zodiac, new age, wiccan, pagan, and gothic jewelry, charms etc.
hungry of You (a letter)My beloved Arminhungry of You (a letter) by ForestoFairies
Listen to this letter as if it were a shell and you will hear the echo of my voice. So often you've compared me to the sea, sparkling and restless. The sea dies for the words it can not talk, can not say, of pain: so now I'm dying by my own hand.
It's been almost a year since you went in search of fortune, the worst year of my life.
If I were more romantic and less pragmatist of the down-to-earth dreamer that I am, I would have justified all this unbearable pain with your absence: it, I must confess, is only part, the most beautiful, of my suffering.
Breathe now, I pray you, for me too, my Wonder, holding back tears and anger until the end of this letter: when you will know, perhaps, the sky of your eyes will not want to waste rain for me.
For six months the hunger of you had been sated, though only in part, by your letters, when other less poetic disasters came; misfortunes of which I didn't wrote to you to scare you not.
In August, the Count sent the strongest men to
BrokenThe grass is not green,Broken by dienachtmahr
The sky is not blue,
I am not me,
And you are not you.
The sun's not hot,
But as frozen as winter's breath.
If it does bring warmth,
Then where are the children?
Those red cheeks and bright eyes,
Gone and forgotten.
They are older now,
Depressed with age.
The children are crying now.
They have lost their companion.
They were once whole,
But now they are half.
Without the other,
They are nothing.
What does it mean to be everything?
Their lives were never perfect,
But they were all they had.
The sky shall crumble,
The birds shall fall,
Time shall stop,
And so shall their lives.
They want to go,
So let them.
They should not matter to you.
You are living wholly,
And they shall always be broken.
My Withered RoseTell me what to feel, please God, these wounds refuse to heal!My Withered Rose by ConquerorQuixote
A withered rose, a tattered pose wist-not the likeness of her zeal.
What mother May had met with whilst we spun around that wheel.
Is now confined to whats behind the likes of her appeal.
A spider's web caught in the ebb now looming in the skies..
A just disguise to meet her eyes lie lusting for the steel.
To play the lyre wherein this fire lie languid, latent, lost.
The price I pay still ire in May lie trapped beneath the frost.
Grains for GalahadBeen a long time coming where the roads meet at both ends.Grains for Galahad by ConquerorQuixote
Been a long and lonesome strumming, naught and no one make amends.
Been a tried and testy spinnin', grinnin' grim goes gad for gad.
Been a ghost in grimaced gander gather grains for Galahad.
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