A graveyard"s rusty creaking gate
Obeys the wind's howl to create
An atmosphere sliced open by the knife
The dark his blanket from the cold
A flying fox's wings unfold
Her take off brings the dead of night to life
A mist rolls over antique stone
He clicks that he's not here alone
As something' scurrys quickly out of sight
His isolation closes in
The reek of his most recent sin
Is sensed by every creature of the night
The demons want to flay the lot
A witch shines up her cauldron pot
The werewolfs put their bid in for the bones
A vamp already claimed the blood
The organs bring a tidal flood
One zombie and her thirty seven clones
Fear roots him firmly to the ground
A screeching almost deafening sound
Has cleared the field with super sonic stealth
The gods he always heard were near
Decided not to interfere
The big man's here and wants him to himself
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Comments3
This poem reflects a fun depiction of the season with all the monstrous figures getting ready for the marked day or rather night. Well done in rhyme as well.
Many thanks Soren
Your continued support is much appreciated
My pleasure
Graveyards are always shortcuts to somewhere, but at this time of the year you tend to go the long way just in case.
Why do graveyards have big creaky gates, and would I fit in a cauldron. Maybe stay in today.
By the time this mob are finished with you I think you'd be a snug fit for said pot
Truly appreciate your time paul
Glad to discover your writing today
Well done, your poem presents a vivid and dark exploration of fear, isolation, and the supernatural. It suggests a confrontation with death and the unknown, embodied by various mythical creatures and the haunting atmosphere of a graveyard. The speaker's sense of dread and the presence of these creatures create a tension between life and death, as well as a struggle for survival.
Many thanks friendship
Once again your interpretation of my write is spot on
I truly appreciate the time you take to read and comment
Extremely grateful
You are most welcome my friend.
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