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The Edge of Night

It comes to me on the edge of the blue a twilight scream from dusk. A warning that when the sun comes up enigmatic searches will thrust. A hunt, a sleuth-hound An eerie lust to uncover the nights scream we trust

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Chris Green

Date: 10/23/2018 9:38:00 AM

Deep and dark and a remarkable poem. This one brings a cold mist with it hovering silently, eerily as the sun rises illuminating the scene which is even more ghastly than expected. Nicely done

Lifes' Tapestry
Date: 10/23/2018 10:46:00 AM

Perfect. I love it. Giggling my donkey off - as A S S falls to asterised censorship and heaven forbid the EFF. But get your ghost busters ready there will be a haunting come Thursday.

Chris Green
Date: 10/23/2018 10:37:00 AM

Then clutch your pen of darkly ink and drag us to the morbid brink where shadows weep and fingers claw and write your favourite for us all

Lifes' Tapestry
Date: 10/23/2018 10:29:00 AM

Horror is my favourite genre to teach actually. Perhaps I need a spine tingling adventure.