Eddie Morales Poems
- Writer Of Horror A dark and stormy night it was, and I, Who...
- Diver Feared Drowned Suddenly, nobody knows where you ...
- Back When I knew of a place in the Land of OZ, So I ran ...
- Butterfly Dancing My wide-eyed child and I know of colorful ...
- Two Ravens At War Two lone combatants, in a clear blue sky, ...
- The Day My Pen Runs Out Of Ink The day my pen has shed the ...
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Writer Of Horror
A dark and stormy night it was, and I,
Who should have better known, from protocol
Too well I wrote myself, knew then I'd die,
By dawn, among the graveyard stones and all.
My wheels, stuck in the mire, had spun around
A thousands times, and my escape was foiled.
Again, my muddied boots touched filthy ground
As out my truck I stepped, with shovel soiled,
As soiled as any blackened heart might be,
And waited for what would not take to crypt.
The rain felt hard, I could not fairly see,
But I could hear the wooden coffin ripped.
I took her icy fangs, the ...