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Supernatural

Supernatural

Eerie brume midst snag and blade,
Prickle of briars in ebbing thicket,
Orb in prance through dusk and glade,
Frequenting revenant echo in gibbet.

Inchmeal tread quagmire and grim,
Perturbed, innards twist and wrench,
Discern silhouette, spritely march on whim,
Dizzy spells, reaching for Marc for quench.

Gossamer thread veil face and hair,
knees yield,Β  surreal of laughter,
Wraith saps to fears laid bare,
Ululating shadows close thereafter.

Buckle of rope and creak in murk,
Weary wait with eyes tight shut,
Presence of past , guise at work,
Proceeds to approach with menace and strut.

Garroter spectre shroud and still,
Chafed throat and maw a quiver,
Sombre angst and terror fulfil,
Sudden fall, befall to killer.

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Marion

Really good write Simon...enjoyed 🌻

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Shaun Cronick

Superb writing through-out enjoyed very much reading.
Thank you Simon for sharing and your dark imagineering.

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Being Me

Superb, Simon, superbly superb x

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Being Me

You are veryΒ  very welcome x

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Simon Bromley

Thank you so much, I'm working on another poem now, I really hope I haven't lost it.

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