We lay flowers on his grave
Before trampling the grass upon it
A sign of respect
Coupled with unholy acts
Not a soul to bother us
Those souls who
call us monsters
Sinners and demons
But the demons don’t burn
And werewolves don’t howl
While the vampires keep their own
And the dead tell no tales
Back to warm bodies
Disgusted
By the differences
Or similarities
Between you
And me
So the monsters company
We keep
Away from those creatures
never feeling more alive
As we danced
Amongst the dead
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Written for Mike Singleton's Dollar Prompt. Details here:
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Comments (8)
Lovely, spookily done.
brilliant and lovely
Love how you strung so many spooky details and phrases into such an intriguing piece!
Oooo, I found this to be both profound and thought provoking! Loved your poem!
Great entry for the prompt. Well done..
You’ve captured the vibe perfectly.
Wonderful fitting poem, thank you for the link as well
There is a story with in this poem and I have so many questions. Overall I like this, it fits the season