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Counts on it
Darkness. Always so dark. Enveloped in the mists of time. No steps are heard on the cobble floors, no laughter rings out across the large, empty rooms. Webs strewn like confetti at a wedding of the dead. The Castle sleeps. He sleeps. Waiting. Knowing. And as the Mother Moon reaches her heights his bloodshot eyes…
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The Hallowe’en Party (A spooky poem for Halloween!)
The lights are dimmed, the beats are loud, They’re ready for the party crowd. Open doors, invite them in; This years cocktail – ‘Bloodied Gin’. The Frankensteins are looking swell, New stitches, tightened bolts as well. They boogie in the hall for hours, Then plug themselves in for more power. The Mummy family is here,…
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