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Cranberry spice heart, Frosted gold eyes, Ashen demeanour, And shattering lies. Blueberry bloodstream, Thoughts laced with wine, Cider, mulled, dark and sweet, Scorching her time.
As the seasons change, From winter to spring, New tales are told, More stories to bring. Through summer The fireplace has no uses at all, But as the cold air draws near, The ash soon will fall.
#halloweenparty #decorations. This opulent mansion although faded and worn. On All Hallows Eve is very much alive. Sir Allen Edgar decorates the halls. On the party sprit he will thrive.
Ravens fly above her body. She stares, expressionless, at the sky. The sky that used to be a vast blue mural. What happened to everything. She doesn't know.
Delicately carved pumpkins illuminate the night with gleaming amber light. Dusty doorsteps, sparkling windows, emerald gardens house glistening orange pumpkins.
#halloweenparty With skin the colour of the night And eyes all shining yellow Enough to give me quite a fright On a lonely night so mellow I walk slowly on the side path Rain slamming on the...
Something wicked this way comes. Gathering all it's power. Amid the rats and crashing waves. The crew it has devoured. A tempest rages towards the land. With thunder up ahead.
#halloween Suddenly, I came to be within this pit, Skeletal limbs clawed at my feet, Dare I say, what I say, It's sight brought much dismay.
Five children gathered round, One boy a flashlight in hand, Telling storys new and old, Letting the suspense unfold, Whispering in a ghostly tone, People in the basement all alone, Haunted houses big...
Like a Phoenix from the flames, she rose from the ashes. Her glorious, golden, wings on full display. She is reborn to the dark, beautiful night. No longer an innocent child of the day.
A swirling black mist covers the moors. Seeping and weeping inside of the doors. Small cosy dwellings, so welcome and warm. Discourage the ghosts that outside do swarm.
#nightdwellers #halloweenparty #pumpkins In the local pumpkin patch, By light of harvest moon, I watch the tumult of the earth, And carve a hallow tune.
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#halloweenparty #ghosts They say that when a flame turns blue, A spirit hovers close to you, A ghost sends chills and flickers, boo. And your blood drains, your morals, too.
I'm a shadow in the night, A stolen breath if air, You won't hear a sound, You won't know I'm there.
A silver fox, almost transparent in the gloom, runs past my feet with a chill.
#halloweenparty #ghosts A rustling noise on a chilly autumn morning, A rabbit foraging for food, The crunching of the dead leaves under his feet.
The lights shine bright in heaven, The coals burn hot in hell, My cloak, it is of nettles, And that is just as well.
Sighing through the shadows. Thinking thoughts of gloom. Twas fun for quite a while. But now don't give it room. I'm sick of spooky games. Of scaring little children. And adults often too.
So now let's join the dance of Hallowe'en, Its all light and shadow and some between. Spinning, rocking, dancing , twirling, Cursing, casting, spells are swirling.
It's the first of October when the witches come. Swooping on brushes looking too glum. With their evil eyes. Lookin at the sky. With their pointy noses. Looking at roses. With their crackly smile.
Longish one. Enjoy. Chapter 8 I'd never put much thought into what Hunters house may look like. I don't really know him too well. Would it be hidden, or in a poor part of town.
In the misty darkness, Flickers the candlelight, The gothic scene appears, Giving us a fright, Ghosts hide in the shadows, Whispering away, Arachnids in their cobwebs, Waiting for the day, A zombies...
The sun is hiding. The moon is shining. The sky blue. Now turns black. The stars whimper. Afraid of what they see. It is the month. The month of all scare. And no love. The time to dance on graves.