Night falls, spreading its black canopy,
And right on cue, the moon appears,
Resurrecting unbridled ghosts
That salute me with taunts and jeers
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This gave me the shivers Lora. A good, well written poem my friend.
wonderful rhythm in this poem, , , , like the rhyming words too, , ,
It's strangely so that the demons from the past arrive on our bedside as nocturnal guests and depart with the day. This poem is an absorbing observation of that phenomenon.
Have you the Celtic in you mavorneen. We know of the spirits who assemble for their nightly festivities. Can't wait for Hallowe'en. We will have some great crack.