Nearing: Halloween. Suddenly Appears, A Spirit Most Evilly.
Calmly, I, Observe. The Shadows & Darqueness Of 1 AM Get Even Darquer. The Darqueness & It's Shadows Now Live.
Grave After Grave Come 2 Mind. I Now Realize The Graveyard Where The Evil Spirit's Victims Always End Up.
Drop Of Blood, 2 Realize, On A Back Hand. I'm Moved But Not Scared. The Evil Spirit & I, Momentarily, Lock Eyes B4 It Gets 2 Where It Wants 2. The Blood On My Back Hand I Find Myself Licking.
Talking 2 Myself & Just Walking, Almost Smiling. The Next Spirit Will B Appearing Shortly.
-
Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 12th, 2022 03:20
- Comment from author about the poem: Hapi Halloween, Modernized Nightmare Folk.
- Category: Special occasion
- Views: 3
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.