Circle Of Coffins Poem by Justin Gildow

Circle Of Coffins



A sight for my eyes
In the higher level of the haunted halls
I notice coffins circling around
Eight of them to be precise
Cursed by and with dark magic

Around and around they go
They're almost hypnotizing me
With their eerie dance
And opening and shutting synchronicity

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Buried Alive 03 June 2011

But its what's inside that, entrances and enchants you- Dracula's widows! the hollowed pale grimace of the undead staring into your soul.. electric and hypnotic writing

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Justin Gildow

Justin Gildow

Washington, PA
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