Poem -
G R A V E
Doors creak at midnight
Ghosts creep in fright
Winds blow in by day
Death passes by today
The grave that is now full
The child that is now ill
A death shall emerge
Wagon wheels on the roadside verge
Over the edge flew
The crow and the wing he knew
For stiffness riga mortis
For abuse torturous
Thy words are murder
To hear the mourner
Scuffle scuffle
Shudder shudder
Left for dead is
That felt 'twas
A night by the dagger fall
A child shall call
Come save me, come save me 'til
I, who lay dead, dead still
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Hi good poem , this poem has an atmosphere of horror and coldness. It is extremely freaky and some readers might feel goosebumps or chills.
Thank you Stephanie I didn't mean to however it did
Kind rgs Jai:)
Jai Masters!!...........I Love your mind brother..............I said that to one other poet ~ Jeremy (not here any more)...............you have a uniqueness that is undeniable...............I believe you are near to that day when you stand and scream..........."I HAVE FOUND MY VOICE"...........lord help the world of writing upon that glorious day...............well done brother Masters!!..............smiles..........T xo
Brilliant comments Tony I appreciate in death too
Luv Jai :)
Hello Jai...
ENJOYED VERY MUCH!
THANK YOU FOR SHARING!
Hugs...
sparrowsong
Thank uuuu;) appreciated Luv me :)
very unique loved it
Through one sleepy eye I say thanks :)
Thank you Mark for coming by Jai
awesome pen one small typo with the word creek, it should be creak. High five!
I fix creak & thank you uuuuuu &
A big congrats on your O A M !!!!