An October Haunt
A new ghost in this ethereal sleeve
Fresh from the new dug grave that reaked of death
By chance he morphed on this Halloween eve
It was not yet in him to moan and gasp breath
Fresh from the new dug grave that reaked of death
Instinctively he sought for must and rot
It was not yet in him to moan and gasp breath
But fear then gave way to an evil plot
Instinctively he sought for must and rot
By chance he morphed on this Halloween eve
But fear then gave way to an evil plot
A new ghost in this ethereal sleeve
10-18-19
Contest: Poets October Pantoum
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2019
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