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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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!
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
wonderful-you should see my smile- great write as usual-xx
Thank you Terry