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About This Poem
Delicious Terror
From out of the dark a moaning cry
Shadow moved then seemed to fly
Ghostly forms in shades of white
Harbingers of an October night
Made no sound, my throat so dry
The ghouls their mischief to apply
Came toward me with eerie sigh
My heart was gripped with fright
From out of the dark.....
Black, black the lowering sky
Beckoning gestures get no reply
Silently screaming at the sight
Shut my eyes with all my might
Why this delicious terror, why?
From out of the dark.....
Barbara Gorelick
Ultimate Halloween Contest
9/18/12
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