TwitchA Poem by JE FalconA poem for the season.In the hours when spirits melt, When phantom’s questing charge the night, Spectrum enters twilight dreams Of banshees wailing in the stark moonlight.
Something’s oozing from the walls And blood is flowing down the stairs. A severed head floats on by Laughing and talking, as if it has no cares.
Beclouded fingers warp the conscious Brings shrills and cackling from Umbra and Witch. Nasty things are trying to enter To slash us, hang us, and watch us twitch! JEF --- 2017
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StatsAuthorJE FalconCAAboutI began writing poems and narrative poems as a hobby about 1970. I like writing in rhyme but have others. I published some poems and won some awards in the 1980's, mostly in quarterlies across the U.. more..Writing
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