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The moon veiled in a web darkness;
bejeweled in radiance starkness,
to delve into the dark only the prince of darkness.

I was alone in the silence weaves,
while childish, I walk through dried leaves.
With every breath my chest heaves.

I tried to hurry though the abandon churchyard
cemetery on my way home. It was so hard,
it was a shortcut to get home, I uttered no word.

Decaying stone steles overgrown with soft green
moss, pushed up by tree roots, lean
like shadow soldiers clawing their way to the surface unseen.

Through the shadows, a gleaming old ivory,
shaken, tinkling, but the notes were spidery
strangled and eerie stripped of flesh and finery.

Blue lights dance above each stele, while ghosts
on the grounds in lavender reckon among their host.
Now so lowly lie, as they do not weep, but boast.

Through the open door and illuminated hall I run in;
no sound upon the wooden floor as I spin.
A grin from my mother; I am greeted by all the kin.

11/1/2021

''S'' Contest, New Poems Poetry Contest 5.  scary
Sponsored by: Constance La France

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