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Spirits! Ghosts! Ghouls!

A small collection of poems of anything creepy

By Verity GreenePublished 5 years ago 2 min read
Spirits! Ghosts! Ghouls!
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The Six of Crow

A thousand crows sang to me

my favourite lullaby-

the one of ghosts, of darkest nights

and of haunting goodbyes.

Veil

Born from dusty corners,

shadows overpower the light

that tries so hard to shine

inside this mind of mine.

Bad Omen

I once felt it climb up my spine

and settle on my shoulders.

I never did find out what it was...

but still it lingers.

Night Calls!

Passing once again

through this bright tunnel called "day"

I finally see the end- where the stars come out to play.

I let darkness welcome me

into its void embrace.

All Hollow's Eve

In darkness I wake,

hoping I might stay there.

Though it is in brightness I live

hoping I might survive it yet.

Illusions & Delusions

Shrouded by a veil so thin

secrets and delusion threaten to spill.

They tease the threshold between

fact and fiction,

menacing the quiet order

of systems and beliefs

which come from within.

The Pact

Truth accompanies darkness

like lies accompany light.

...

A shallow tremor

moves through my bones

barely perceptible (though known).

It slithers, black on white,

a contrast so pure

though a contract no less-

one to endure.

Specter / Spectator

Strange shadows play scenes of mayhem

unknown to all but one;

she lingers, transfixed,

while life goes on ahead.

She lingers, transfixed,

unable to separate from the dead.

Misinterpreted Reaper

Not feeling well,

I saw Death in the corner of my eye.

It could have simply been a black spot

caused by vessels floating in my eye;

but I swear I saw Death that day

reflected in the mirror.

Standing behind me- waiting,

Standing behind me- watching,

I saw Death.

Jack-O-Lantern

Its mouth is splayed wide open,

its eyes are empty yet bright.

It invites you for tricks and treats

to be enjoyed at midnight.

But beware- no time to behold!

For it is said a spirit inhabits it-

and it might just devour you whole!

Cursed

Energy surges around me

suffocating- rotting yet swelling,

slowly invading all my senses-

ensnaring me until my end.

This curse, this evil spell,

will hopefully be broken

once I am spent.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Verity Greene

I love writing dark fantasy/ imagery poetry.

instagram.com/flawed.changeling

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