Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Spooks and Spirits


A collective gasp, precludes,

But eerie silence prevails,
The clichéd pin drop extrudes,
Soon broken by the wails.
The dark silhoutte of ghosts,
Muted cries of the brood,
Surrounded by deep moats,
Danger here, viably brewed.

Ghoulishly forward specters,
Sucking the joyous souls,
Marked and signed as defectors,
All that remained were their howls.


5 comments:

Shauna said...

Haunting - a short story well told.

Paige said...

reads like the opening scene of
a vampire series.

jennifaye said...

great build-up on the ghoulish theme of the poem. interesting.

Sheilagh Lee said...

so suspenseful and eerie marvelously written,

Jessica Prescott said...

Sounds like a lead-in for a horror story. Very intriguing.