The Wraith
Before the dawn whirling in a grim dream,
conception of a haunting howling scream,
through slivered moon's eclipse casting a gloom.
Beasts wandering eyes of red are agleam
shadows amble beyond a massive tomb.
A wraith in gossamer veils of blackness
walks a dark and dismal path of badness
stretching its tendrils over the ghost house
threshold of cold disembodied madness.
Piteous cries of pain attempt to rouse
the passion within the wraith coal shadow.
Peering piercing the night like an arrow,
lips curling back over its bloodstained fangs.
Encroaching blackness savoring sorrow
as demon's fade away as despair hangs
9/26/2017
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017
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