Hellowmass. Poem by Roy Storey
Hellowmass.
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.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
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4/23/2024 6:22:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ewww....love the surprise ending! ! ! Great poem! Just in time for the spooky month! Hugs, Dee