Thanatic Tomb Waltzer

Like everything in this realm and many others, there is always a dark side.

The Grave Dancer has a shadow companion, one which she cannot see, feel, or hear.

Her name is Thanatos, the Thanatic Tomb Waltzer. Unlike The Grave Dancer, she died in anger, pain, and sorrow.

Thanatos died down the street from her very own home. A massive pileup happened in the middle of the road, causing six cars to spiral out of control, slamming Thanatos into another building. The wall made of glass gaveway to the force of the car and sank Thanatos into shards of glass and wood. Thanatos was pronounced dead at the scene. Many others passed away from that crash as well.

The two were once biological twins when they were both still alive. Both loved to sing and dance with one another. The two beings exist on different planes of reality, due to the nature of their deaths and the spirits that they hold within.

Like The Grave Dancer, Thanatos was a name given to her.

Thanatos would only be present in places reeking of death and sorrow.

Cemeteries, broken tombs, old decrepid resting places, even unmarked graves.

Thanatos didn’t just dance like The Grave Dancer, she would dance slowly with a gentle waltz, to an uncontrollable wild dance that is forever unknown.

The Grave Dancer would hum, sing, and laugh, whereas Thanatos would cry, scream, and wail.

She was not a kind hearted spirit like The Grave Dancer. She tormented the dead with her screaming and crying. Sometimes she would dance upon the graves, creating more noise than anything else.

For the spirits that tried to stop her, she would send her ravens to chew them out.

She would cackle at the spirits who suffered from her terror. She laughed at spirits who felt endless pain and sorrow. She even would join in if she felt like the situation warranted it.

Despite the fact that The Grave Dancer and her dog are as happy as can be, she still wonders what has happened to her dear sister.

One day… that all changed.



Weather Wrapped Raven


Wire wrapped forever.

The last guardian of time.

Dead, void, and rotten…

I have seen it all my dear.

Blinded by darkness.

Centuries of hell has killed me.

Time has no meaning.

The screaming in my head does.

I’m a lost cause now.

Now embalmed and mummified.

Roaming the valley of death.

You need to run now.

Run before I consume you.


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Ravens in the Window


Oh what a great sight to see.

Ravens in my window on a desolate foggy morning.

It’s a funny reminder that life is not as empty as it appears to be.

I might not have very many loved ones with me anymore.

But, I know the winged creatures of the blackness are always there for me.

Lonely, simple, stranded souls trapped into the corporal form of feathered beings.

A symbol of fortune and a friendly reminder of potential omens representing the future.

I can often feel myself dancing, if not waltzing to the inner joy I feel from these creatures.

I love how they perch themselves upon my withered wood and wire fence just to see me.

Just to see me in the wake of a new day.

Why do other people foolishly cower from the sight of these beings?

The Raven is just as beautiful as any other creature who inhabits this earth.

They are not a symbol of death, decay, nor evil. 

They are a symbol of love, fortitude, passion, and protection.

At least to me they always have.

Even as a child I saw them as a glimmer of hope during my darkest days.

One day, these birds will nevermore be a victim of hatred and disgust.

I love my dear Ravens in the window.

Thank you.


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