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Click hereShards of old rotting flesh hangs like shrouds
from crumbled grating tombstones cast aside,
a moon sulks low beneath the darkened clouds,
cavernous gapes where lips to dust have died.
From crumbled grating tombstones cast aside
creep limbless shadows, foul stench embalm
cavernous gapes where lips to dust have died,
riot through a graveyard now no longer calm.
Creep limbless shadows, foul stench embalm
to wash away the sleep fresh corpses knew,
riot through a graveyard now no longer calm
will taste again this one nights unearthly brew.
To wash away the sleep fresh corpses knew,
avenging seek out living partners in the gloom
will taste again this one nights unearthly brew
and drag them deep within a wretched tomb.
Poetry Survivor
Challenge #10: Halloween
May give me some food for thought when I write mine.
Your form adds to the echos of your images.
This poem was mentioned in today's New Poetry Recommendations in the Poetry Feedback & Discussion forum.