They gift me their hair to bind tightly to the chair. Laughing loud like nearly choking my throat, I offer them my gratitude through my creepy hoarse. The wind pushes me hard secretly prays for my death, while playing with to and fro, I returns with their dread. Creatures hide in caves holding their breath from the kinds I nurture as I feed them the threats. This kind nature is already lost in my uncanny games of lives. In every ride on my Dark Swing, I hear them, both the worlds hailing for the Lady of the King. The lady of the King, our Queen.. 🖤😈 #scdarkswing #yqbaba #yqdidi #spookiansclub #yqsc #horror #khchildhoodhorrorss #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Spookians Club