Bone Beach
Bone Beach was the favorite spot
for a Halloween town stop.
It had a castle made of blackened sand
that had the claw prints of bony hands.
Bone Beach straight out in full display
with no secret did it try to convey.
Back in time I traveled in my minds eye
wondering what stories they had before they die?
Bone Beach cracked with tails of the deceased
listen to them all for the anguish increase.
Perhaps at Halloween one would go for a gaze,
although to navigate it might be a maze.
Bone Beach, is a stop full of gloom
But some people want to visit I assume.
Copyright © Miranda Hawley | Year Posted 2024
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