October brings about thoughts dark and eerie.




Chorus of the Damned

those people who watched me
watched me with black empty eyes
their mouths drawn and jagged
saw-tooth smiles
crimson cratered throats
walking, limping soldiers
a platoon of the risen undead
hungry for my flesh
blood stained faces
rotting and decayed
those people with wailing, screeching voices
calling my name
a chorus of the damned
the choir of A Capella Hell
and I ran into the cracked mirror
grasped in the talons of vultures
and there I was transported and transformed
into the flames of the forgotten
safe inside my nightmare

 




Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-10-01 at 01:04

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
Ohh, this is Night Of The Living Dead-like, one of the scariest movies I have every seen (the original black and white one that is). The visuals here are too real and the stuff nightmares are made of. Tim Burton could probably do this justice.
2008-10-08


Rob Graber
Highly halloweeny!
2008-10-01



Wow this is scarey Kath, great halloween poem though and good to expell those demons that haunt our souls....the rising dead of soldiers, is a poignant line....

Take care

hug from Tai
2008-10-01