
Woe, to the eyes that saw me
In the lackluster, deluge
Of yesterday’s dream.
What sayeth thee?
Ye of night vision
And chilled, blackened stares?
Are thee an owl?
Perched high above
And watching for human pray?
Whilst the stars witness
You prowl within the mind
Wreaking havoc upon those
Unwitting, and unwilling souls.
You are the embodiment of screams.
Nightmare flees when
You infest the scene.
You are terror incarnate – Azrael.
Creepy…awesome spooky poem and image to match!😁
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Thank you, Jenna!😊
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Wow Kevin, such imagery..🌺🌸💐
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Thank you! You should have seen what was in my head as I wrote it… Ha
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Perfectly dark and disturbing!
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What do you do? Thank you for reading! 😁
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I’m a writer and a poet.
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