Living Dead Girl
In a place many others often dread
Near the hollowed trees, and the haunted seas
She glides along the tumbledown cemetery
Deep down knowing those who are no longer living
Through bones remain, aren’t even truly dead
She’s Halloween even in winter’s fresh fallen snow
In the darkness where she dwells, you can hear the requiem bells
With the slip of her forked tongue
Escaping from her cracked pink lips
She breathed hell from above and heaven below
Mayhem descending deep in her mortuary eyes
With a wounded soul and a subtle droll
The silhouettes clawed their way through her silenced scream
As evening now mourns alongside buried webs
Where violence is forever worshipped and masked by a guise
Eternally hungry for pain if it’s followed by dying
Her path to creepy sin is always deep within
She rarely laments what she has lost for there is no use
It’s merely her own poisoned point of view
Walking through the flames of her blackened heart crying
Hellfire’s fallen angel as the moonlight’s watchful slave
Past the hangman’s curfew and the blood she holds true
The downside between the dolor of lost souls
Her white gown of gloom flowed ‘neath her bare feet
Illuminating the etched headstone on her ready open grave
On All Hallows’ Eve, everyone's entitled to one good scare
So don’t turn around, Living Dead Girl might be standing there
November 28, 2022
Halloween Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
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