They Come #micro-poetry

Photo prompt

The hour of hallows struck

moon, pale as shame

air redolent with decay

the leafless branches groaning and moaning laments of despair,

the night frozen, cold as rejection,

ghastly ghosts clawing from their graves

putrid with revenge

kat myrman hosts #twittering tales (280 characters or less)

5 Comments Add yours

  1. memadtwo says:

    Not a graveyard I’ll be visiting…(k)

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    1. judeitakali says:

      Definitely not, ♣

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Kat Myrman says:

    Wonderfully descriptive Jude. I loved your tale. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. judeitakali says:

      Thanks Kat, you have great prompts as well. Will look forward to the next

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