Countdown to Halloween – Day 21
Poem # 21
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 ☮️
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