Sometimes, little spooky poems just happen. And sometimes, they take two days, a glass of wine, and several rewrites. Such is the nature of the beast. Enjoy! A darkened, mouldy chamber, Where sorrow drips down the walls, And disembodied voices, Echo softly through the halls. Corpses lie just out of sight, Each marked with aContinue reading “The muse came to visit…”
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Waxing poetic…
Just a little something I cooked up this morning…enjoy! Darkness has a scent. Closing my eyes I breathe it in deeply And long to be set free. I want to slip away Away into the night sky Drifting among the tombstones And cemetery trees. Oh! To dance Upon my own grave. Oh! To see thoseContinue reading “Waxing poetic…”
Dancing Among the Remains 