Saturday, February 28, 2015

From the deep pit


They have no names
Their flesh is putrid
Who knows what now flows though their veins

They circle round
With such ghost like moves
And drag around their heavy chains

They howl at us
Eyes now empty stare
Tangled hair from their foetid manes

What ghosts are these?
Granite looks spell fear
I think they've emerged from the drains

Such sinful deeds
That have been tabled
Emerge now to weigh upon their brains

Image found at www.scientiasalon.wordpress.com



8 comments:

  1. Yikes! What a creepy mood you've managed to evoke with your words here. And the photo you chose is a perfect fit. Someone better put the cover back on that drain....quickly!!!

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  2. Yikes! What a creepy mood you've managed to evoke with your words here. And the photo you chose is a perfect fit. Someone better put the cover back on that drain....quickly!!!

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  3. Did you see me wake up this morning then ;)

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  4. Wow! You know how to make my flesh creep!

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  5. Keith told me this would be a good place to find romantic poems! He got that wrong, the picture scared the life out of me even before I got reading!

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  6. I think we all wonder from time to time what the zombie apocalypse would look like.

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  7. Oh my! What a wonderful deviation from your normal writes .. but you've pulled it off very well indeed and I send a rousing BRAVO!!

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