They Bring In Energy For Viewing
Tenebrous shadows flood the night,
as spirits arise from their graves,
the undead swarming spectral trees.
caliginous beings hungering,
nefarious, bits of decaying blight.
Among the mortals they will walk,
stench of putrescence pervades the air.
Maleficent entities invade the minds,
of those in high positions;
dining on human greed and power.
I cast the runes and read the fates
the future’s trapped within the bones;
and through a crystal ball I see
humanity succumbing to these throngs;
dinner for the beasts.
1-11-2022
A Ghost Story Poetry Contest
Angela Tune
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2022
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