imaginary fiends
scurry under naked roots
hide from fresh candlelight
that births a simple gloom
to frighten through the night
a subtle lack of doors
holds the wraiths inside
those ghoulish faces
imaginary fiends
sent flying by the dawn
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It's always better in the morning...
wraiths indeed.
Good poem. Randy
Snap. But your piece does have some resolution.
quite haunting.
I'll stay away from them, scary fiends.
Dark n gloomy..n true! Imaginary fiends do not come at us in daylight. Thank God for that :)
Clever, clever, clever. I love the compactness of this.
Imaginary fiends, indeed! You grabbed me at the get go.
Thank goodness for the dawn!
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