An Undertakers TaleA Poem by Poetic Beautywritten for creative poetryThis adventure begins in the dead of night
As the moon shines full with twisted delight Across water logged mossy hallowed ground Specters glide shadowed not making a sound Vaporous black forms silently drape the land Inviting you to take their formless hand To become part of their sepulcher domain Where even the undertaker is insane As Death's hammer strikes its deceased nail Leaving rotten buried skin and entrails Postmortem bodies hidden under headstones Decaying to nothing more than gnarled bones Apparitions search through the land of the dead In hopes of creating a fresh and new dirt bed So frightened of this sight you grind your teeth For next your body will lay lifeless beneath © 2011 Poetic BeautyFeatured Review
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25 Reviews Added on April 25, 2011 Last Updated on May 5, 2011 AuthorPoetic Beautycorn country, ILAboutFirst off I'm on here to post my writing to have an outlet for my emotions. You will find a variety of poems. If you like take a moment and stroll through this poets mind. Secondly be kind to each .. more..Writing
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