Friday, October 5, 2012

THE RESTLESS DEAD



    Moonlight shimmers over the land
    giving substance to the cloaks of the restless dead.
    Specteral shadows loom in the mist
    as the invisible rain pours down
    over their transparent form.
    Ink black shadows slither under doors
    and stand looming in darkened corners.
    Eyes glazed over with death
    peer through windows and watch us in our slumber.
    Decaying hands reach through walls
    as something unholy seeks to touch us.


    "You never know what's lurking in the shadows."


 

   

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