I’m not going with the prompt today. It was to be something whimsical, and about happy endings. As it is coming near to Halloween, my favorite time of year, I wanted to do this one today. 🙂



Twisting, turning in their graves

Souls want out tonight.

Tangled in their silken shrouds,

No one hears their plight.

A Specter of their former selves,

They claw with bloody nails…

They struggle inside their coffins, dark…

No one hears their wails.

Come closer, you who walk nearby,

Release us from this plane.

Our spirits now just ectoplasm

That death will not lay claim.

Sobbing now, we feel the chill

Of centuries gone by…

Please rescue us, oh mortal ones…

You see…we did not die.


Thanks for visiting! Peace }I{

2 responses »

  1. Ouch! The picture you paint of death is gruesome. Glad there is a “way of escape.” No, I’m not so ideal as to mean it doesn’t happen. But just to the body, not the soul of the redeemed. Your poem is very good. I enjoy your blog and visit pretty often.

    • Thank you so much, Oneta! It is pretty creepy, isn’t it? I love all the spooky, scary things, especially around Halloween, but like you say…I’m glad too there’s a “way of escape” for souls, for real! Thanks always for you comments…always happy to have you visit! 🙂

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