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mysterious find
of tomb-top, lace-clad baby
her smile shows sharp fangs

 

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low drone of the wind

beyond her snug bed, warm room

a face at the window

 

long-red-wigged “banshee”

in fancy dress shop window

keening of the wind

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wild wind in branches

momentarily a name

on the graveyard wall

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window by the bed

emits an unseen presence

hooting of an owl
 

 

 

huge block of blackness

at bedside, felt in dreaming

eyes glow in shadows

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single raven hair

on the dead girl's golden waves

blood drop on pillow

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the print of a hand

on the window's outside pane

bedroom four floors upward

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autumn bonfire

in the flames and smoke

appears a face

 

 

 

snow-white-shift-clad wench

whose dark red hair's flowing free

dusk at the crossroads

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at midnight an owl

in the ancient tree's hollow

visions on the wind

 

 

 

fog-edged bus-stop crowd

glimpse of the black-cowled spectre

within last night's dream

 

 

 

a Goth with ringlets passes,

or has a Victorian ghost,

been drawn to the fog?

 

 

 

drowsily hearing

horses hooves upon the road

suburb night shivers

 

 

 

revealed tarot card

shows the rising of the dead

ghost glides before me

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ancient gravestones flags
within the freezing fog
approaching footsteps

 

 

 

night's shadows forming

now in the thick snow eddies

quick close the curtains!

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