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Horror in the shadows

As the day just rubs its eye  
and forebodings ever cluster  
and hush; did i hear a strangled cry  
the smell of dank decaying fester  

Toll the church bell, ringing the escort  
bones creaking like old rusted doors  
with limbs all twisted and contort  
the flesh alive and full of sores  
 
Writhing with worms in every pore  
decay, its stench pervades and chokes  
the phantoms with grotesque allure  
stumble, shuffle;  is this a hoax ?  
 
And suddenly the green lit glow  
a swarm of beetles issue forth  
iridescence alive in each hollow  
its blood and pulse a living force  
 
Flies trapped in a thicket of spiders web  
is this the edge of hell and heaven  
spooks, disembodied generations all inbreed  
like hairy spiders all unshaven  
 
Dank black caves, dark mouths that open  
maggots crawling  
halo's of black bats, is this the omen  
the night is nigh for the appalling  
 
From the grave, white bones alight  
shake the dirt to seek the night  
they are the unseen horrors lurking near  
the virus that instils such fear  
 
Rampant Covid 19 a painful death  
rigors as you gasp for breath  
laughing as it hugs you close  
this Halloween will be its host  
 
Dark poetry repeats and repeats  
the Nightmare come and never sleep  
the open book of walking grief  
not placated ever, sing the whitened sheet
Written by slipalong
Published | Edited 25th Mar 2021
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