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Come With Me, Dear
Last eve, alone, sometime between the moon and dawn;
that space between the real and what is just a dream,
a chilling breath of wind flew past the curtains drawn
shadows slid towards my bed; I tried, failed to scream.
A dark-masked hooded face closed in and pressed to mine;
from raven lips, I felt a hissing foul-stench breath
with words to dread; "tonight, you'll be my Columbine."
Then stroked my tear-stained cheek with fingers, cold as death.
I watched in fear; I could not, dare not, close my eyes;
cartwheels, somersaults, upon my body, bed;
grotesque antics by this beast in devil's own disguise.
Down, down to fiery Hades, I was being led.
Dry rawboned hands were pulling forceful at my feet;
And as he pulled, I slid, the monster once more spoke;
"Come with me, dear; there's someone that you need to meet."
What would suit my dream, that I sleep, or I awoke?
12-16 Lines of a Scary Halloween Rhyme Poetry Contest; placed 2nd
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Date wrote: 24th October 2022
Rhymes: wikirhymer dot com
Copyright ©
Terry Miller
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