Monday, October 31, 2016

Monday Muse: Bloodlust (Halloween Acrostic)

Today, Monday Muse marks Halloween with a new poem, an acrostic.


Hasten, headless horsemen three;
Alight the bridge, you omens be!
Look to graves beyond gnarled tree;
Lie low there hanged men guilty-free.
Owl's but a portent, all ghosts can see
When witches whelp, ghouls gruesome flee.
Entreaties end, swords fall, and he
Exclaims he's dead — alas, like me!
No better bite might I give thee.

2016 © Maureen E. Doallas

Other Halloween-themed poems at Writing Without Paper:

"Witches' Wine" (2012)

And don't miss the Halloween fun facts at  "Monday Muse Asks, Did You Know?" and "Facts, New or Not: Halloween Edition".

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