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About This Poem
Night of the Mournful Wolf
as fog comes creeping
a wind screams through the graveyard. . .
the night frightened white
leaves on ground scatter
around unremembered graves. . .
the shivering trees
high above the mist
and cemetery tombstones. . .
moon hides its fullness
digging at one grave
the coffin in fresh deep ground. . .
a large grey creature
yellow eyes of owls
watch from an oak’s gnarled limbs. . .
the wolf strangely howls
night turns into dawn
As the cold fog rolls away. . .
A secret revealed
atop his wife’s grave
lies a weeping naked man. . .
his nails caked with dirt
For the Spooky 'Ku Contest
of : Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
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