Six of Crows, Harbingers of Death; Take it to the other side, Seal the barrier divine; Death does death beget.
Thing of Beauty. Object of Affection. Gazed upon, By droves of eyes That break the skin.
Truth is nocturnal Only visits me at night Whispers through the dark
I've had the privilege of having a poem and a drabble published in The Sirens Call eZine Issue #41 - Halloween Screams and Other Dark Things, available for free download today!
Write, Linguaphile! Bleed Literature, tonight. Let the Words take flight.
‘Twas All Hallows’ Eve, when deep in the house A creature was stirring, just waiting to pounce
Echoes of unspoken words Shadows of an unseen figure