Twigs and vines, skulls and spines
rats and snakes, what is this place-
a graveyard laid, men decayed
abandoned to the night's delight
no one 'round, not a sound
until the gong of first twilight
through the night dancing light
their souls within the mist unbound
carnal thoughts torment minds
desiring what they cannot find-
Into the town searching 'round
until a maiden fair is found
tied and bound not a sound
drag her limp and paralyzed
such a feast they'll have tonight
feeding on unearthly fright
screech and howl feast and fight
in the dim graveyard tonight.
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Come on, Halloween, hurry up!
Written May 15th, 2006
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That is so cool, it is so friggin spooky it makes me want to smile, lol, i loved it, you are a good well rounded poet, were i am just a dork poet, but oh well, your cool
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Brilliant! I like it alot Keep it up!
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Well that's just spooky as all get out. I'm getting into the habit of picking up your new work - and it's turning out to be a great habit. You always have something to think about in your poems. Great write - I really loved it. Best, Toni
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omg! thats awesome! it just sucks that im all out of applauses, i really like it! it has a nice beat to it, and i love the rhymes! great job!
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