Dark Black NightA Poem by Terry O'LearyOnce upon a midnight,
ghostly, Partied many, dead ones
mostly. Feasting in the
graveyard, sprightly, White eyed werewolves gorged,
engrossedly.
In the bone yard, drab
and squalid, Apparitions (staring
stolid Neath the veiled moon,
clouded lightly) Sought fresh bodies,
lean but solid.
Fiendish eyes
shone, light and sparkly, Ghouls and demons
danced so darkly. Maggots munching mush unsightly, Black blood
streamed like ink, quite starkly.
Fetid flesh oozed,
flowing freely Through the
crypt doors, cold and steely. Shadows,
ashen, pranced contritely, Ebon serpents
slithered eely.
As it happens, all too
often, Zombies dimly closed
the coffin " Ra, the sun god, rising
slightly Hunger pangs were soon
to soften.
If you ask, I’ll tell
you blankly, When you’re feeling
dark and dankly Come to where this
happens nightly. ;-))
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Added on October 25, 2015Last Updated on October 27, 2017 AuthorTerry O'LearyFranceAbouta physicist lacking gravity... learning more and more... about less and less... until we finally know... everything about nothing... more..Writing
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