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The Haunted Pen

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There is a place I will not trend nor will Angels least attend, Where witches mix their brew and the warlocks let it spew… All spiders on the walls keeping busy with their creepy crawls, Wolves howling at the moon dancing darkness in their commune… Beware evil spells incantation as you turn to stone upon creation, The Ghosts there that reside spooking the halls no place to hide… Vampires that wake the night are happy to see you before they bite, Footsteps that never ceased echoing eternal of the family’s deceased… Gremlins and goblins in their yearn watching bodies as they burn, Demons dancing in their dine macabre merrymaking in their wine… The serpents serve their deeds within the silence as Satan seeds, Frankenstein wakes in his den reading stories of the haunted pen. Sept.26.2019 Haunted Poetry Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin Placed 3'rd...Thank You

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 10/1/2019 12:34:00 PM

Hello Wined Warrior, A good story in poerty to tell the children when they come to the door for treats. Have a nice day my friend.

Elaine Perrin

Date: 9/30/2019 8:43:00 AM

Wow! I have goosebumps now. This is going on my favourites list :-) x

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 9/29/2019 2:58:00 AM

I certainly won't sleep tonight - such a scary spooky poem which got you the winning placement in this contest - I enjoy thriller film as much as I enjoy thrilling, scary poems - excellent my friend and congratulations. Hugs and blessings, Jenn.