Category Archives: Thoughts

Raindrops on roses and fangs on vampires, Dead souls and demons and bursts of hellfire, Corpses in death shrouds all tied up with strings, These are a few of my favorite things… A friend reminded me today that I am funny. When I want to, I can speak and write in a most comical fashion.Continue reading “Dark Humour…”

I don’t like orange. I know, I know…as a lover of Halloween and as someone fortunate enough to be born in the glorious month of October, you’d think I would be okay with it. I just can’t be. It’s not the worst color ever (looking at you, pastels). Here’s the thing: I went out toContinue reading “Black is the new orange…”

Yesterday was a momentous day for the Twisted Libra. I was finally able to launch my website, which is a goal I have had for quite some time. I will post the link down below, so be sure to go visit my cemetery and take the tour! I also dug deep into the crypt andContinue reading “Treasures from the Crypt…”

I’m currently reading a book about Victorian era ideas about death and ghosts. Back then, people seemed more attuned to the supernatural. Death appeared in various forms, omens were more prevalent, and spiritual contact was a common occurrence. These days, such happenings are thought to be absurd or fictional. Most people like to think we’veContinue reading “The unknown realm…”

I am intrigued by cemetery trees. The concept of life springing forth from a place of finality fosters a certain hope within my soul. To go to a place built upon death, and to see such beautiful testaments to the unstoppable force that is nature…that is nothing short of wondrous. Trees in the cemetery standContinue reading “Vita in Morte…”

“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.” – Sarah Williams The moon was absolutely intriguing tonight. I hate that pictures never do a full moon any justice. I’ve always loved her far more than the sun. She’sContinue reading “Nyx”

“Night’s ghosts and dreams have now departed;Thine own soul still is true to thee,But changed to a foul fiend through misery.”-Percy Bysshe Shelley Modern translation: I didn’t get nearly enough sleep last night.