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.
Haunting - a short story well told.
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great build-up on the ghoulish theme of the poem. interesting.
ReplyDeleteso suspenseful and eerie marvelously written,
ReplyDeleteSounds like a lead-in for a horror story. Very intriguing.
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