'Tis the Season.

[CamaroFemme]

I need your favorite Halloweenish/gothy/autumnal/dark quotes. This can be from horror movies, classic literature, your own writings, whatever.

Like:

"He had the darkest eyes..the Devil's eyes." -Halloween.

[Hemlawk]

Idle hands may be the devil's work
Unbridled minds you see are so much worse
Too much pity spent and wasting time
Irresponsibility not my only crime no

-type o negative

[brandotron]

That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange aeons even death may die.

~HP Lovecraft

[brandotron]

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
(In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming)

~HP Lovecraft

[CamaroFemme]

Yessssss.

[Xanthos]

They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose,
Nor spake, nor moved their eyes;
It had been strange, even in a dream,
To have seen those dead men rise.

~ from 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner,' by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

[Tessa]

AMOCK AMOCK AMOCK

~Hocus Pocus~

[Tessa]

Night has patterns that can be read
less by the living than by the dead.

* * * *

To know the darkness is to love the light,
to welcome dawn and fear the coming and night.



~Book of Counted Sorrows~

[brandotron]

Huddled in the cellar
Fear caught in their eyes
Daring not to move or breathe
As the creature cries
Fingernails start scratching
On the outside wall
Clawing at the windows
"Come to me" it calls
Atmosphere's electric
As it now descend the stairs

Hiding in the darkness
Is so futile from its glare
Death comes in an instant
As they hoped it would
Souls ascend to heaven
While it feasts on flesh and blood

[Brokinarrow]

"By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes." some Shakespeare for ya

[WadeWilson]

All of us are travelers lost,
our tickets arranged at a cost
unknown but beyond our means.
This odd itinerary of scenes
- enigmatic, strange, unreal -
leaves us unsure how to feel.
No postmortem journey is rife
with more mystery than life.

---

Tremulous skeins of destiny
flutter so ethereally
around me - but then I feel
its embrace is that of steel.

---

On the road that I taken,
one day, walking, I awaken,
amazed to see where I have come,
where I'm going, where I'm from.

This is not the path I thought.
This is not the place I sought.
This is not the dream I bought,
just a fever of fate I've caught.

I'll change highways in a while,
at the crossroads, one more mile.
My path is lit by my own fire.
I'm going only where I desire.

On the road that I have taken,
one day, walking, I awaken.
One day, walking, I awaken,
on the road that I have taken.

~Book of Counted Sorrows~

[WadeWilson]

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- tear up the planks! -- here, here! -- it is the beating of his hideous heart!"

excerpt from Tell-Tale Heart
~Edgar Allan Poe~

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

excerpts from The Raven
~Edgar Allan Poe~

[Tessa]

Originally Posted by Shardik2SS

All of us are travelers lost,
our tickets arranged at a cost
unknown but beyond our means.
This odd itinerary of scenes
- enigmatic, strange, unreal -
leaves us unsure how to feel.
No postmortem journey is rife
with more mystery than life.

---

Tremulous skeins of destiny
flutter so ethereally
around me - but then I feel
its embrace is that of steel.

---

On the road that I taken,
one day, walking, I awaken,
amazed to see where I have come,
where I'm going, where I'm from.

This is not the path I thought.
This is not the place I sought.
This is not the dream I bought,
just a fever of fate I've caught.

I'll change highways in a while,
at the crossroads, one more mile.
My path is lit by my own fire.
I'm going only where I desire.

On the road that I have taken,
one day, walking, I awaken.
One day, walking, I awaken,
on the road that I have taken.

~Book of Counted Sorrows~

[CamaroFemme]

What a great title. "The Book of Counted Sorrows." Wish he would publish it.

And "Something Wicked This Way Comes" - awesome.