Long Form Haiku – Homecoming

A withered fairy,

Dancing in the soft moonlight;

Rot and elation.

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Thirteen whispers sigh,

Hushed by the howls outside.

Thirteen lost souls wait.

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The bell chimes twelve times.

A cat’s cry through the darkness;

Time to say goodbye.

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I stare back at me.

An eerie mist surrounds us.

Our hands never meet.

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Stalwart owl hoots.

Tidings of death it does bring.

Impenitent glare.

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Crows flock high above.

Omniscient eyes pierce souls;

Deleterious.

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The Witching Hour.

Cutting through, so impatient.

Now, the Dead are home.

© Shyla Fairfax-Owen