Spooked
Full moon beams
a foreboding light
hanging in a
twilit sky;
shadows of cobalt
soon blackened loom,
as witches stir
their cauldron brews.
A distant howl
in the night;
skeletal fingers
click so light.
The graveyard stirs
in amorphous view.
10-12-2020
Halloween Fright Poetry Contest
Carolyn Devonshire
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2020
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