Category: Halloween
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Wrapped and Draped
Dusty and dirty Musty and murky Wraps unravelling Draping, peeling Reeking Seeking Arms outstretched Gaunt face with hollow eyes Hypnotised Slowly waking Creaking Aching Tomb not holding Freedom waiting Mine for the taking … But I’m petrified
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The Three of Us
The photographer was early. Stefan was ready first, and went down to the lounge to greet Master Selvo, after Anabel had made sure he was comfortable. “We weren’t expecting you until later,” Stefan said, looking at his timepiece that hung on a silver chain from his waistcoat, “good job too – it looks like rain.”…
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Look
Observe, see the abstracticity, the shades of purpleness, the slice of green. The all-seeing eye that doesn’t give a second glance to the space between, the void, it seems, the realm of dreams where abstraction’s real and reality bland. But watch the hand and what it carries. You may need to look under… to understand.
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Ethereal
Through the shadows, she creeps Looking downward, deep in thought Flame from candles masks the tears she weeps Her soul lost, her meaning sought She breathes an echo She sees no light She hears no sound In the dead of night She stops upon the witching hour And fades, back into shadow’s power
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Shelter
They thought they’d made the right choice in sheltering in the arched doorway of St. Lestill’s church. But as the spire rotated into a clock tower, the stained-glass windows folded in on themselves, and huge gothic turrets grew out of each corner of the cold stone structure, they realised the error they’d made. The rain…
The Mansionic Perspective 