
As light disappears
she will succumb again to
her usual demons;
the ones in the dark
and those found in the darkest
corner of her mind
© P. Bunnykins
As light disappears
she will succumb again to
her usual demons;
the ones in the dark
and those found in the darkest
corner of her mind
© P. Bunnykins
A heart on its beak,
the raven brings warning: “The
witch hunter is dead!”
© P. Bunnykins
Sirens sing to me
the same familiar lyrics
of my drowning fate
© P. Bunnykins
The moon hides in fear
as black spells were cast from hell
Hail, the witching hour!
© P. Bunnykins
‘Twas the night before Halloween in an old wooden house
Where a creature was wearing a white bloody blouse
It gnawed and it chewed, splatting blood everywhere
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