Poem -
Beastlie
What's that tapping on windowpane,
Is it sounds of dreary rain?
Is that a sanguine grisly grin
Behind a panel's sinister din?
A chuckle at paranoid fanfare,
A dream... a nightmare.
Just a branch scrapes glass,
This squall soon shall pass.
Me thinks refuge in stonewalls
Eerie howl, as skin crawls.
Fangs gnarly, gnash,
Images vivid of skin slash.
Canines render, sinewy flesh
Rabid on blood spilt fresh
Awoken to crunching tones,
Hysteria looming, it's me bones.
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Comments
I do love a good scary poem. Great write Lisa.Β
thank you kindly I appreciate your undying support...lol
Really creepy. You've put me in a great mood for tonight's party.
Your welcome lol and thank you for your undying support. have fun tonite!
Ohhhhh! Wah wah wah!Β Β It is that time of year where the beasties are out!Β LolΒ I love werewolves and just wolves in general....I love the ending lines about crunching bones....Ouch!Β Great scary tale....xo ;)
Thank you kindly Cherie
It seems to me that you mastered that style that Poe put forth into this world of poetry....and made it uniquely your own!!....... some excellent phrasing here..... wait.... what's that?....... is it .......the tintinabulation of the Bells, bells, bells...... smiles......PINNED!!.....cool stuff girlfriend!!......T xo β€
Thank you kindly Tony
Gruseome, enjoyed and pinned!
John X
thank you kindly John
I'm sure there is something very weird about you. Not to be met on a dark night!! Great poem, and I am getting to know this style you have been using lately (Halloweeny). We have so much in common, perhaps we should meet on a dark night. Terrific stuff.
I just might be the one that goes bump in the nite... I do stub my toes a lot lol thank you kindly Barry
wonderful-you should see my smile- great write as usual-xx
Thank you Terry