Beneath the moon's pale, haunting glow,
Where eerie winds and shadows grow,
In the heart of the forest, dark and deep,
Lies a secret that you dare not keep.
Whispers of dread through twisted trees,
Chill the bones with a spectral freeze.
In the depths of night, a chilling spree,
Invisible horrors, none can see.
Footsteps echo on the cobblestone,
Yet, in the gloom, you stand alone.
A specter's breath upon your neck,
Fear's icy fingers, a haunting wreck.
Ghosts of the past, they silently weep,
In this nightmare realm, they softly creep.
In the corners of your mind, they hide,
In the darkness, where fear resides.
The clock strikes twelve, a mournful knell,
As you descend to the depths of hell.
In this tale of terror, you are ensnared,
A nightmare's grip, a soul laid bare.
So beware the night, the shadows, too,
For in the darkness, fear shall brew.
In this macabre dance, you're ensnared,
A dark, scary poem, your soul declared.
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Author:
KenganHazee (
Offline) - Published: September 15th, 2023 07:33
- Comment from author about the poem: Just love how Edgar Allen Poe created his poems and stories
- Category: Gothic
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The rhyme is perfect as the imagery is so clear and is reminiscent of a Poe work with its macabre and gothic edges. Beautiful.
Thank you. Finally coming out of my shell and posting poems. Took a long time before I got the courage to post any of them
Post away, no poetry can ever be bad, or looked upon badly, if it's a feeling you convey or just a story, because it's always part of the writer whether they know it or not.
Wow love the advice means everything to me
Wow it gave me goosebumps,
Perfect for Halloween 🎃 👌
Thank you
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