WARNING: This is a terror core poem. The contents...
Xylophobia is the fear of wooden objects or forest...

The lone Wolf reaches the icy peak,
Howling in the night air for the Moon he seeks...

Roses are red,
Violets are blue...

There is so much that I want to say,
But there is a frog in my throat that's getting in...

At the depths of the darkest halls,
Iron bars line the walls...

Warning: This is a Terror Core poem. The contents...
I hear strange noise in my attic...

It was the morning after,
The same time it all faded, including the...

You lay me down and unbind this chain,
Keep me safe from all the pain...

My dreams have turned to waking nightmares,
haunted in peaceful slumbers like child scared of...

It's been a while since I last did this,
but inspiration was sparked by a kiss...

Take a step back and make three knocks on the...
When the door opens don't try to explore...

*this is not a poem, this is a short story. This...
Our tale takes us back to a time when pirates...