Bat Wings

Spectral Visitor

As he is the one who shuffles his feet,
He is the noise we cannot see,
A brief glimpse of this visitor
Is just the proof we need -
That he is the cold spot in the hall.

Misfit Child

Misfit child with leathery wings,
Would fly by day yet walk in the dark -
And although he had the gift of flight,
He did not have the vision of night
And would always end up tangled in trees.

Where is ElizaDeath?

Dear Dark Blogger,

It has not been my intention to fall off the face of the Earth and leave you hanging.
If it were in my power, I would have a dark and disturbing drawing for you everyday. But alas, I have come upon a drought in my creative non-sense.
I can fully assure you that ElizaDeath has not gone under but has merely hit a dry-spell.
If your happiness is becoming too much to bear, please take comfort in knowing that I am currently conjuring up the dark clouds so that I may make scheduled posts once again.

Forever yours,

ElizaDeath