Grave Makers Poem by Daniel Mentor

Grave Makers



They stooped sullen
Their friends eloped sudden
Grave makers in the woods
Meowing and hooting to the hoods
Now sleep sleep my little child
Dare not think to chide
Those you knew are lost
Look out! 'tis a ghost

The moon is full and thrills
The night gusty and kills
Many a kid who wonders the lane
Like your friend who met his bane
Sleep sleep my little child
Dare not open that treacherous eyes
To your doom beyond the yard
Grave makers in their pack.

Friday, January 20, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: horror,mystery,childhood,fearful,courage,life and death,death of a friend,halloween,nature,nightfall,nightmares
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A sophisticated horror poem for those who appreciate horror genre. Daniel Mentor makes jest of cowards who hide in the face of danger. This poem will challenge your wits if you understand the undertone.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Uche Nwanze 21 January 2023

A masterpiece,

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Daniel Mentor 23 January 2023

Thank you Uche. I am glad you liked it.

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