Midnight came as darkness fell
Sliding arms around me quietly
I stood alone so full of gloom
Beneath an engorged blood moon
Foggy grey mist on fingertips
Crept along the sodden earth
Decrepit breath exhaled to air
From abandoned graveyard lairs
The lazy ragged wind of corpses
Began to whisper stories of old
What started as ghostly insights
Became a blaring anger into night
As their decaying vapor swirled
I watched their broken bodies
Rising like feathers on a breeze
Stealing silence like a sneeze
I stood upon a secluded mountain
Watching as the moon slowly fell
My vantage point picked long ago
My purpose here I could not forgo
The trees swayed their canopies
Laughing viciously into the wind
Tonight I would watch death rise
Sad by what daylight would realize
Every zombie imparted ghostly lives
To roam the world in gruesome pairs
The warriors of the past; come again
Into battle no restrictions to abstain
Heaven weeps, as do I, this doomsday eve
This spell I weaved into sinful humanity
Would be the scariest incantation ever seen
My contribution to this fateful Halloween
HASTYWORDS 
Wow! That’s as scary as Mr Edgar Allan Poe and then some! Many favourites in this one, including the engorged blood moon, breeze/sneeze, the death rise/realize couplet (magnificent) and that it is like a sinister campfire tale. Happy Halloween!
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“The lazy ragged wind of corpses”
“The trees swayed their canopies
Laughing viciously into the wind”
I love poetry filled with imagery that gives life to the inanimate. I can picture the trees laughing. Very good! Happy Halloween HW!!
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This was fantastic. I can close my eyes and let my imagination run wild. Great Job!
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och love the contacts! and the poem too 😀
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Love it. Perfect for the season, and right down my alley of interests too, so to speak.
Awesome piece Hasty.
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Love it! every line is awesome. My fav “My vantage point picked long ago
My purpose here I could not forgo” 😀
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well structured!
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very freaky – I like this. I have been kinda watching the Walking Dead. As i read your piece I had visions of the zombies walking along in the series.
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I have never watched the Walking Dead but I think I need to.
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it is strange – but I like it. it is very different. certainly not cutesy wootsey!
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mmmmmmmmm……… foggy gray mist… grey mist… why can you spell that either way?
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because it isn’t black or white 🙂 Hey, that anonymous comment on your blog was me…guess I wasn’t signed in 😦 sorry
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You are a lady of great mystery…
And about that twitter comment about you being a butterfly and us being the spiders… I kept myself from replying anything about wrapping you up and sucking out your juices… ain’t you proud of me?
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lol I would have laughed like I am now.
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slurp…
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eeeeek
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ha!
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In the spirit were you?
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Reblogged this on tot123itsme.
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