Dancing from my heart /
Emerald eyes gazing in mine
All in Poetry
I live in a haunted house
a poem about facing monsters, both fictional and real
Black Owl
A black owl with yellow eyes
is staring at me
relentlessly.
Desperation
desperation,
a ticket to the ball is purchased with deprivation,
lowering of one’s saturation
A Victorian Mansion
An October night
on the eve of Halloween
a young couple was walking.
In the Country
This place used to be full of people. Every house was the home of some red-cheeked family
Now the largest family is a group of bugs with shiny armor in the overgrown grass