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…”
Dancing Among the Remains 