Darkness a Prince,
King of....
Written shadows crept to the crypt,
Eerie speculation,
held breathless,
Suspense in animated glaces,
gripping,
Terror in blood,
screaming,
Curdle in boiled spew.
13th a lucky number,
as the clock turned.
Carnival of colour,
painted canvas of words.
House of dolls,
shattering a mind.
Old lonely a man,
missing his beloved Maude.
Grave side visits,
I sit in the rain watching.
Haunted housing,
life ending always open ended questioning.
Author....
Wayne Leon,
My Brother.


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