Dark Visions
A slow rolling fog
On the ground hanging.
Shutters banging
upon the siding .
Full moon rising
as wolves howling .
Goose bumps rising
as door schreaching.
Slowly walking
in a cemetery .
Owls a hooting
as limbs crunching .
Leaves rustling
as you walking .
Mind wondering
as you passing
the dead walking .
Rotting
Stinking
Oozing
they reaching
and hunting
for another killing .
Drolliing
as they walking .
My heart throbbing
as I hear them chanting .
10/22/13 by Michael Byte
Copyright © Michael Byte | Year Posted 2013
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