Roy Storey

Rookie (10 september 1939)

Hellowmass. - Poem by Roy Storey

The mist is swirling
down veokrey street.
Its only the sound
the sound of your feet.
Its only the wind
moving a chain.
On heloween night
but then again.

Its only your foot steps
just you and the fog.
The fearsome sound
of a howling dog.
Home at last
you step inside.
A blood soaked body
your latest prize.


Comments about Hellowmass. by Roy Storey

  • (10/19/2006 11:37:00 AM)

    Ewww....love the surprise ending! ! ! Great poem! Just in time for the spooky month!
    Hugs,
    Dee
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 20, 2010


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