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Blood Shall Ring the Butlers Call

Blood shall ring the butlers call Step into the parlor the fires spent, still burn Painted in the faded tint, nightmare shades to turn Broken slabs of conscience, rotted to the core Splintered in a thousand words never heard before Gears abide the grinding, slapping to the beat Shards of incandescent lights flavoring the meat Slicing as you swallow, whispering refrain Caught like someone else's fate, filtered through the pain Dressed along the hallway, mirrors shout their fear There among the carpet stains, distant as is near Gasp for all you bother, feast that final breath Blood shall ring the butlers call long beyond your death

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Caycay Jennings

Date: 11/1/2018 6:05:00 AM

Ewwww - you give 'good' Halloween, Chris! I'm sure a black cat rubbed against your black pen as you wrote a poem perfect for the eve of scares. I enjoyed. Poetry hugs ... CayCay

Chris Green
Date: 11/1/2018 10:41:00 AM

Well since black cats are considered bad luck and I consider it good luck that you stopped by, that probably wasn't it but maybe something like that. : ) Thanks so much my friend.

John Lawless

Date: 11/1/2018 4:26:00 AM

..Never trust the butler....love this tersely terrifying torment.

Chris Green
Date: 11/1/2018 10:40:00 AM

I know what you mean, those guys are always creepy. Thanks John

Eve Roper

Date: 10/31/2018 5:04:00 PM

Happy Halloween and a fantastic poem :)

Chris Green
Date: 10/31/2018 5:05:00 PM

Thank you Eve, so very much. Happy Halloween to you too. :)

Ilene Bauer

Date: 10/31/2018 4:50:00 PM

ooh - very spooky, chris! i love the ending...

Chris Green
Date: 10/31/2018 5:03:00 PM

Thanks so very much Ilene

Lifes' Tapestry

Date: 10/31/2018 4:21:00 PM

Ohhhhhh yay! A dangling thread of inevitability. Perfect :)

Chris Green
Date: 10/31/2018 4:36:00 PM

Thanks so much my friend. I am glad you liked it.

Heidi Sands

Date: 10/31/2018 3:05:00 PM

Oh my, I think I also have to repeat, it's only a poem , it's only a poem. Well written to feel this so much.. it will steal more sleep. !

Chris Green
Date: 10/31/2018 3:18:00 PM

Whatever it takes my friend. : ) Thanks so much Heidi

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 10/31/2018 2:03:00 PM

A frightfully wicked poem for Halloween, Chris. Your images might make for nightmares tonight! Hugs, Carolyn

Chris Green
Date: 10/31/2018 2:07:00 PM

Uh-oh, I wasn't counting on that. : ) Just keep repeating, it's only a poem, it's only a poem. : ) Thank you so very much my friend.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 10/31/2018 1:37:00 PM

As grisly as they come! Absolutely perfect for Halloween. ~ Gershon

Chris Green
Date: 10/31/2018 1:50:00 PM

Thanks my fiend...I mean friend. : ) I am glad you liked it.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 10/31/2018 1:26:00 PM

Wow Chris, this chilling poem has the echoes of Poe reverberating. Your poem proves what a talent you are and how versatile. Happy haunting! This was exquisite! : )

Chris Green
Date: 10/31/2018 1:50:00 PM

Thank you Connie, that is a high compliment for me as I am a big fan of Poe. And for the kindness you always show me, thank you so very much.

Charlie Smith

Date: 10/31/2018 1:05:00 PM

The right day for this one Chris, spooky...

Chris Green
Date: 10/31/2018 1:49:00 PM

Thanks so much my friend.