Long Form Haiku – Homecoming

A withered fairy,

Dancing in the soft moonlight;

Rot and elation.

Thirteen whispers sigh,

Hushed by the howls outside.

Thirteen lost souls wait.

The bell chimes twelve times.

A cat’s cry through the darkness;

Time to say goodbye.

I stare back at me.

An eerie mist surrounds us.

Our hands never meet.

Stalwart owl hoots.

Tidings of death it does bring.

Impenitent glare.

Crows flock high above.

Omniscient eyes pierce souls;


The Witching Hour.

Cutting through, so impatient.

Now, the Dead are home.

© Shyla Fairfax-Owen







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