http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ravenbourne The original writings of author Damion Ravenbourne en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775502301 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lay me lost, here upon cold groundAnd tingle, do ache within myselfDrink, dear dirt, to the cripple that loungeI offer my all, a trade to withdraw his cutAnd tingle, do ache a gash in meTo empty my body of it's floodAnd feed the maw of manyWith such raw rapture, buried 'neath mudStruck had I become,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ravenbourne/1126269/       Behind a window painted black by the fallen sun, a shadow creeps. It sneaks along the wall, dancing in a macabre manner. Pointed claws whisper and shout as they clutch the thin air and the limbs of such a sullen haunt stretch to sizes of a most malevolent nature, and s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ravenbourne/1124466/ There's a thump under bedThe floorboards started creakingAnd the walls seem to shudder andflex in, to me, as if somethingin the ceilingdropped it's thousand pound head.And the boards beneath my feetHave splintered and brokenShrapnel shot some sidewaysAs I hover on the bedAnd the maw of a monsterThat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ravenbourne/1124463/ As The Fall Wind followsA Chimney puffsThe Scent of Cedar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ravenbourne/1124099/ Far From YouThese days are hard it's trueWhen I'm so far from youAnd I won't keep my curtains closedBecause I've one eye on the windowWaiting for youTo Come Home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ravenbourne/1124096/ My Bones Feel likeAncient, Brittle WoodOne more word and I might Splinter.This ink sets wet and all I see is TeardropsGlimmeringLike the SeaMy Bones Feel like GlassOne more word and I might Break.Shatter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ravenbourne/1124092/ River LilyBlossom in the BreezeDrift DownstreamRipples like WavesThe Water's Humble QueenHer Purple Petals Host a SheenA Quiet Boast http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ravenbourne/1124090/ Before me rests the old stone, cracked and weathered An arc that once was complete, beneath of which black water rushes And back of me to face a forest, filled with fears and frights While dimmer lights dance long away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ravenbourne/1121433/ Fog fell fast and crawled to the Crypt, air of bleak dusk Rooted far down, sunk, bitter, with a biting musk Lone stood He, strange, lank, and spooky, in mist, shrouded Lit by lamp, a dim hallowed gaze shone on his frown The confines of His dark, murky mind bent, crooked, clouded The bud of madness .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ravenbourne/1119009/     I might as well do it. He thought. There's nothing left for me here. In a winter as cold as this surely death cannot be colder. I already feel life weeping from my bones. This external exhaustion suckling at the very blood of my body. As if my life force is being siphoned away int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ravenbourne/1116735/ And with your subtle indecision you rake my heart in two, Because I really want to stay But the fog across your words truly haunts me in the day Yes, the cipher of your speech Is a code I cannot break And it seems I've pushed my limits Feel I've had all I can take From you, these days 'Cause you s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ravenbourne/1116607/ In Days such as These It's hard to find peace With so little to blame Apart from myself For actions that aim To hinder my heart And these pockets of mine, now ragged and torn Had been where I held full truth Now seemed to betray me For it appears that which I treasure Most has fallen through My A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ravenbourne/1116593/