Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
The Poetess...the woods...the mist Pt 2
The poet looked all about her,
in the moon glow so dim
Felt a slight tug…
as something pulled her… further within
First, , , hesitant steps…
with a look oe’r her shoulder
Back at the house
with it’s lights slowly dimming
The tenous pull
on her hands growing bolder
Her eyes torn away,
in tears… deeply brimming
Sepulchral black limbs
Spider close overhead
Vision shimmers and swims
In fear… and in dread
Is this poetic justice?
And if so…for what deed?
Was she being taken in malice
The pull Quickened…paying no heed!
faint, distant voices, calling her name
Made her try to stop…made her resist
But the unseen fantasm, tugged all the same
And pulled the Poet, yet deeper into the mist
poem
by
David Whalen
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black