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Is That Me?

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I saw a shadow on the stairs, While I was minding my own affairs. It was dragging a bulky object, So to the stairs I slowly inched, Full of fascination as I cringed. My footsteps did not reflect.

I saw a lifeless corpse  I looked upon it in shock, As my heart began to course,  And a rotting smell rose from its frock. I only then did realize   That the body was of me.  
With blood dripping from my lips, I lied there dead and rotting. The sight was abhorring. My death was from a broken neck. By Evelyn Creon

Black Lake of Death

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The head of a child
Sunk beneath the waters,  Of Black Death lake. Its hollow eyes  Had stared me in the face. Its pale skin terrified me.  The ghost child disappeared As quietly as it came.  Leaving me with  a sinking feeling  Like a draining drain.  I began to row ashore  When it appeared again  This time with some friends.  They all wore a grin  That was full of devilry.  My throat went dry  When I saw them.  I feared for what they planned. The children came up close As if to say hello,  But rather they took the boat  And flipped upside down.  All I remember while I sunk  In the dark water The warning i'd been given  At twelve O'clock.  "Don't go out today  You will get a fright."    I had

Haunted Tree

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The ol' tree on the hill
Is a freeky place to be.
It creeks with no wind
And you hear the rustle of its leaves.
Yet, it has none you can see.
At night around dusk
Screeching sounds fill the air.
The town below the hill
Believe the tree is haunted.
So they have forbade all
To climb the hill they call, Dread.
The people who disobey
Are never ever seen.
The legend says if you see the ghost
It will never let you leave.
By Evelyn Creon 

The Nuckelavee

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Good morning to all, and welcome to the month of October. I am super excited to start this new month with my newest dark poem "The Nuckelavee" the first dark poem in a four poem series this month.
   For those of you that are not familiar with this mythological creature it is a horrendous sea demon that is categorized under Orcadian mythology which combines human and equine elements together. It is one of the worst demons known in Norse mythology, because of the terrors that it caused in Scotland's Northern Isles.

The NuckelaveeOne October morning When the sun was beginning to rise.  The smell of burning seaweed  Filled the foggy skies.

Out of the fog a creature emerged  Embellished with hideousness.  It was a skinless, hairless,  Horse fused rider beast.  

You could see ebony blood  Coursing through its veins,  And sinewy muscles straining  with each movement in pain. 

The beast's arms were so lengthy  They dragged across the turf.  As its breath released a toxin  That spread …

Sweet Death

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The women of the sea
Are all of different colors.
They are adorned with beauty
Like none other.

They sing and dance
With their tails that sparkle in the sun.
As they search for lost souls
Fated to the sea.

They bury each one found
Beneath the ocean floor.
After they adorn the bodies
With the beauties of the sea.

To every soul they bury
They sing the same ol' song,
"Sweet death, my darlin' sailor
Your sail is over, done.
You shall forever rest in peace
Until the judgement comes.
Sweet death, my darlin' sailor."
By Evelyn Creon

Jaws of Life

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The Jaws of life are before me,
And lips of the past behind.
I struggle to find  even ground
With out loosing my way of life.
Am I ready for the transition
Of the real life intervention
In my teenager imagination?
By Evelyn Creon 

Black Dressed in White

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Black never caught my eye,  The dark color disgusted me In all ways, shape and form.  Yet, somehow it crept Into my colorful mind. 
All dressed in white  It filled me with depression. Just this one color, Black.  Could easily ruin my entire life.  It made me feel cold, evil, and rude.  It had no heart, it was dull and crude. 
I don't know how it got there,  And I didn't want it to stay.  So, I did my best to scare it from my brain.  After much pain, I found success.  I drove it from my body,  And oh, what freedom I did gain.
By Evelyn Creon