A Haunty Hallows

A knock on the door
No one there, no one there
Only wind at war
A wary atmosphere
Plays hounds and hares
With frozen stares
Something finds you
All unawares
A,bell is ringing midnight tracks
Cloven hooves across bending backs
Eyes swollen shut
Tears all too dear
No if and but
Goodnight I fear 🤤



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2017-10-09 at 12:59

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