Call her name into the night,
Her face will rise where shadows gleam,
Bloody Mary waits in the glass.
Candles flicker with trembling light,
A whisper threads through every dream,
Call her name into the night.
Eyes that burn with vengeful spite,
A silent scream, a muffled scream,
Bloody Mary waits in the glass.
Do not blink, do not take flight,
She drifts where darkness bends the seam,
Call her name into the night.
The mirror cracks, revealing fright,
And nothing is quite what it seems,
Bloody Mary waits in the glass.
Once she appears, there’s no respite,
A haunting born from fear’s extremes,
Call her name into the night,
Bloody Mary waits in the glass.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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- Comment from author about the poem: If you want to know more about the Bloody Mary legend, visit https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloody_Mary_(folklore)
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Comments3
Lovely and most appropriate for the Halloween season Matthew. This one casts a dark mood gothic in nature and creepy.
nicely written
Now this is my kind of bedtime reading, Matthew…a Bloody Mary villanelle? Hell yes. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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