In Silent Screams
On forboding...
The rocky cliffs
Stark against midnight
Somber and austere.
Darkness sharp cold drifts
In hollow halls
In empty rooms with broken windows!
Deep underground...
In the deepest seams of the earth
Lurk little beasts slumber & run.
An unknown something dreams
Black cats, slink, and cry...
Into the deep pale moonlight!
Of the blackest midnight...
Things drift along in the rain-slick street.
Jack-o’-lanterns flicker in silent screams!
As hell walks,
I...
In the painted orange light
Foreboding!
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2022
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