Death cannot defeat love. For the fear of this life coming to end only tightens our hold on those we keep in our hearts.
“I’m gunna sing The Doom Song now! Doom doom doom doom doom, doom doom do DOOM, DOOOM doom do-doom, DOOM do-doom doom doooom, doom doom dooom, do-do-DOOOM!”
There is magic in the night when the pumpkins glow by moonlight.
Courage doesn’t mean you’re not afraid. While fear may seep into your bones, courage is the strength to face the horrors and protect the ones you love.
We all need a friend when walking through the shadows where monsters play.
The monsters that hunt us weren’t always there in the darkness, we invited them to join us on our journey.
Dry your eyes and unburden your woe, for when the dead pile up, I will carry you home.
To proclaim that we are born sinners is a true evil spoken by the wickedest of tongues.
We can all learn to fly, but some of us choose our own path to reach the skies.
Each year, the Great Mushroom rises out of the kingdom that he thinks is the most secure.
When the night grows still and your thoughts turn dark, I will make my way to you and mend your broken heart.
Shuffle all you want your fate was sealed long before the cards were dealt.
“Once in a while, someone groovy comes along…. here I am, baby!”
“Come on in and pull yourself up a chair. Let the fun begin…”
Fear not lost soul, for just as the moon shines bright for the moth so too can you find light within your darkness.
Time waits for no one; Death waits for us all.
Light a candle for the dead who wander through the darkness searching for a way back home.
Step carefully little one, for while demons may be eager to join your journey you may very well get lost along the way.
In the dark shadow of the grove, on the margin of the brook, he beheld something huge, misshapen, black, towering, and out way past its bedtime.
“We’re his little henchmen and we take our job with pride.”
From our first breath to our dying words, we are all clowns in this circus called life. Now put on your smile and dance for all to see.
Under the pale light of the full moon she swayed carelessly from the old crooked tree. Like a fallen leave floating on a winter’s breeze she ached to be set free.
Death is the key to living life, for without an end there would be no journey from where we began.
Evil will never die, as long as the ones that create it refuse to change their wicked ways.
In space no one can hear you scream or giggle.
We happily dance for the master who not only enslaves us, but convinces us that freedom is within our grasp.
Death cannot be escaped; our days are finite. Life can be cherished; our love will be infinite.
Death comes for us all, but some of us will be waiting with a smile.
From beyond oblivion the mother wept, her heart ached for the love that could not be kept.
The crows circle high above, their cries “Never cage the ones you love”.
Every moment passed leaves ghosts of moments lost forever.
Release the arrow; slay your gods.