Antique dealer ( Weird Writers prompt)

At sundown

Under covers of smut and dust,

Antique ghouls stand

Frozen

by time,

Only the bell never rings,

The door is nailed shut.

 

Under the covers of smut and dust,

no one heard

This girl's screams,

As two hands

With a golden ring,

Sentenced her to death,

Ghost

in between,

lost souls.

 

Mamma always said,

don't trust the

Antique Man.

 

 

Reviews

[nono]

Really this is beautiful, and I get it. Very mysterious, and murderuss air. I love it very impressive. Happy that you guys are getting into these prompts. Keep up the good work :D

[Hush Hush]

fun fun fun :D