The Ghosts Have No Witnesses
A short horror poem
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The Ghosts Have No Witnesses
The ghosts have no witnesses, Ghouls wither without morsels, Wisps light paths for no travellers, Songs are not sung, Every ship is lost, Castles are just stones, Because the people have gone. Banshees rove but no longer keen, The sphinx waits in the desert, Silent speakers sit in temple’s towers, Church bells do not toll, Wind spins only the loosest prayer wheels, Moss smothers all. Nights are simply lightless, Until new creatures learn to fear, The undying things are waiting, And hungry, And very, very near.
I don’t write poems very often, but October seems to always be the right time for them. Crisp leaves and the dark evenings bring out the gloomy bard in me!
Enjoy short spooky reads? Check out some of my micro-fiction and short horror — most of the stories are told in only a few hundred words:
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Until next time, be kind to your awesome selves, and go be spooky,
Mata xxx