Image by Sandy Flowers from Pixabay
Abandoned
decades ago by living beings
The
creaky structure was home to the un-living
The
ones that rose from the graves around it
Resting
on the roofs, window sills, and bare branches
Bats,
owls, and ravens flew by to bring fresh news
Nightmares
or peace, the house gave what they craved
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Brief Backstory: As a horror writer, it's mandatory to have at least one horror poem when I do a marathon. The poem is in inverted Cherita form (lines 3-2-1 per stanza).
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This post is a part of the Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023.
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