To participate find it here

High above the dusty ground
he came alive
without a sound.
He came to life
to hurt the one
to whom his soul did
wait upon.
The bricks and mortar
were no gate
to keep this raging
lover’s hate
For he had loved
but now he’s dead
Coming for some blood
to shed.
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
This is beautifully chilling. Loved it.
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Thank you!
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Perfect for a spooky poem at Halloween!! This photo and poem create a synergy that is remarkable!
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Nice one Christine
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Thanks Di!
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Feels like something from The Crow, in the best possible way. Nicely done. Check out the submissions page at my press’s website. I’m sure you have some pieces that would fit perfectly in out anthology. DeadStarPress.com
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Joseph, thank you so much! I will definitely check out the site.
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Excellent! I hope you like our mission.
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Love it!
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