Stolen Sins from Withered Souls - a Halloween Poem
The secret is in the season
The secret is in the stains of the stones
In the sober still of the shadows.
It creeps from crooked creeks
The stolen sins from withered souls
Should shatter, shake and shock us all.
The cliff calls from the distance
Steam streams from the crevice
Seeking the secret, discreet and hiding.
Towards the edge, my whispers waft in the wind
Edging forward, falling fast
The secret is safely laid to rest.
Published by Autumn Clanton
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