Well, there IS a full moon out. Here’s something I wrote up for last year. One more day til Hallowe’en!

Runnin Off at the Mouth....

By the light of the moon

From the dirt where they lay

They crawl up through earth

To lurk and to prey

They’ve lived and they’ve died

Loved and they’ve lost

But all through this night

Your lives they will toss

             .

Dogs they do bark

Cats they do prowl

Seasons turn chill

And the winds always howl

             .

The myths grow more sick

As clocks do tock tick

For the hour draws near

Of the dark, dread, and fear

             .

Clawed up through dark soil

Within earth they cannot stay

Their legions do roil

Their skin away flays

             .

Leaves rustle, they scatter

Trees all play dead

Rotting bodies that shamble

Are all canted of head

             .

Twitching fright and dead leer

Slack jaws that just fall

Is that shuffling, you hear?

Painful groaning, oh dear!

             .

Prickly skin sent a-crawl

With grand…

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About fpdorchak

Paranormal fiction author.
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2 Responses to

  1. Karen Lin says:

    The myths grow more sick…

    great line – could be taken in many ways in many contexts…

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