Death Watch Poem by Mary Naylor
Death Watch
Skeletons skip, ghosts dance,
'Trick or treat! ' 'Trick or treat! '
floats through the night.
Hiding from the moon,
a stark form waits,
without death's grin.
without ghostly hood.
Brain hate cocked,
Soul fury rocked,
Death is waiting for a stray,
Death is just a grasp away!
Death is not among the dead.
It crouches in the dark corner.
The inferno which is its soul,
flares in its eyes!
Skeletons skip, ghosts dance,
but in the quiet shadows
Death is waiting for its prey!
Death is just a gasp away!
Got the jist of this poem sort of lost me a little in the middle, I would have swapped round the third and fourth verses to give it more flow and logic, but then perhaps thats what you intended? who knows, any way nice read, Charlie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 7:15:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This ones creeps up on you bearing teeth.Great Write! Very Scary! Love Duncan