Dead Shadows

Dead Shadows

Winds slither through the graveyard

moving across my body

like spectral hands

grasping at my clothes

urging me onward

unto the inky darkness

where unseen horrors lurk

like shadows on a dead man’s wall

where fear of the unknown

hovers like vultures

waiting to feast on my

fetid soul

 

Originally Published in Whispers of Wickedness, 2005

 

 

 

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