Friday, May 09, 2008

moon faithfully fantasizes---Writers Island



was it but a year ago, the moon shining bright,
(etched in my mind, so well);
I strolled with my loved one in the orange light,
our voices intermingling like twinkling bells

suddenly the moon grew dull-
my love seemed to have sprouted wings;
he appeared a face of a smirking skull
what I felt in my heart was a ghastly thing.

fantasy was it? for my love lay still
within my arms, his eyes aglow;
wondering why my lips were chilled.
silently I pulled him closer, kissing him so.

one year gone, the moon is still bright.
too bright, like a ghost of woe;
I am standing by a newly dug grave tonight
with a wrecked heart, it's bizarre you know.


14 comments:

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Definitely bizarre! How'd you come up with this so fast?

shubd said...

Chilling !!! And creepy !!
And hopefully will stay a fantasy !

Robin said...

This gave me shivers down my spine.

anthonynorth said...

Oh, yes! I like horror, too.

Steve said...

It is funny that I understand this only too well.

Kind of like rain falling on a winters day......

I actually dwell in it as well.

vEENs said...

wow! that was definitly .... chilling... bizzare.. and so different :)

good one!!

Writer Reading said...

Poe-esque.

chennairamblings said...

Creepy, almost like a nightmare come true...
Totally love it :D

Stan Ski said...

Definitely not a bedtime story!

Rambler said...

newly dug grave..was it meant to be figurative? ...

Linda - Nickers and Ink said...

Yikes!

Well done . . . . and yet, so eerie!

Jane Doe said...

Wonderful! Very creepy, I love it!

Selma said...

The floorboards in my hallway keep creaking. I am reading this at night. Aaaaahhh. You have a gift for the spooky stuff!

Jeques said...

Quite creepy but I'd like to dwell more on the affecting underlying hints of pain concealed between the eerie lines.

I wish you well.

~ Jeques