Poem -
A Place So Odd
Leave all petties
As make your go forth
Travel down dire lane
The path that goes north
Past the weeping meadows
Where the flowers never bloom
Through the crypt that holds
The iron folds
Edgar Poe's tomb
Through the shady passing
Woods of grey
Where no one
Daresay tell
Of the screams within
Your only kin
A place they brandish hell
To the haunted house
Where none may vouch
The sanity of the butcher
Let him feed you
I'll receive you
Ask him for the Looker
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Comments
May I daresay Curious!!...........this piece not only lives up to it's title...........but the subtle inferences that you use to create darkly haunting phrases are well placed and beautifully shaped.............like the Poe reference so perfectly placed.............it has a gray veil hanging over it...........making for ....."A Place So Odd"..........very cool brother..........well done!!.............T xo
Hey Tony, thanks brother I always love your comments, you know how to capture what was good about the poem, I only wanted to entertain with this piece...or did I...
Curiously Onlooking
I LOVE Halloween bro........always celebrate my birthday on Halloween...........I was born the next morning, November 1stΒ 3am ~ All Saints Day.............always have been fascinated with those two days...........All souls day!!..........you should see how they celebrate Halloween in Central Mexico........VERY interesting............talk soon man!............think i'll do a post on my blog about it!!............later...........T xo
That sounds interesting, let me know the site and I'll drop by and check it out when you write it, that's awesome that your birthday is so close, I'll keep that in mind
Curious
Close to such an awesome day that is, I'll also have to look up central Mexican Halloween festivals, thanks for reading by the way
Your friend, CO
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