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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There are meanderings who itch and creep To fill my night with dread. There are cataclysms where I cringe and cower That are better left unsaid And there's an apparition to slake my very soul Standing menacingly aside my bed. A miasmal shadow whose form and substance Seems porous with a brooding discontent. A vaporous spook from a now empty hoary grave Crying out some death-bed held lament. I tremble at this ghastly wretched haunting unsure How to appease this ghoulish malcontent. Is it an harbinger of some impending doom That awaits me in the night? Or a bleak warning of a tenebrous dark abyss In dire need of an earthborn sacrifice? Or a horrific memory of a forgotten transgression I have conveniently put away from sight? Its eyes lock in a gaze of sinister desperation As I search for some meaning to aspire. But what I see leaves me morose and sullen As the reflection broods a hellish brimstone fire. And I turn away with a feeling of minacious fear Not knowing the spirit's saturnine desires. This haggard phantom stretches its bony claw And wails like a banshee twice possessed. Pointing an accusing finger in my direction With some long held grievance to address. It screams in hideous tones, "Beware! Beware!" Which it most fervently expressed. "Beware! Beware!" It howls in repressed anger As I rest my weary eyes. And through the night it wallows in acute agony... Lashing out a mournful cry. But I eventually grow somewhat accustomed And it becomes a type of doomsday lullaby. The days and weeks are now three long years And it continues its nightly shrieking of regret. But no one said creatures from the spirit-world Would be straightforward or direct. I am at an impasse with this ghostly apparition And remain confused and quite perplexed. I am oblivious to whatever spectral information This bit of ectoplasm seems to know. And the creature appears in no discernible hurry, But to be honest... I would miss its nightly show. So until we come to a far better understanding... I have a place to hang my clothes. The End *Follow my cartoon on Webtoon Bob's your Uncle.
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