A Whisper Tonight

Softly in the night

There are whispers that do fright,

Witches hunt and laughter cackles

Ghouls greet the impish jackals,

Underneath the gravesites grown

A life of once-gone laughter thrown,

Ghosts with eyes of black shall jump

Goblins made of mire thump.

 

A’drawing in the party comes

Made of sticks and threaded thumbs,

These creatures walk in their despair

No longer left to lifes clear air,

And all that’s heard in every sight

Is dead whispers through the night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

This is for Sophie's Everyone wins!- Poetry contest. I used the prompt Dead whispers (1).

Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

I do really like this as it happens, the rhyme very strong and some great sounding words, I loved cackles and jackels- just magical. fantastic.

[Becky]

Creepy. This is basically what goes through my mind every time I have to go outside after dark because I live in the woods. Though I'm pretty sure you do need that apostrophe. :)

[Legolas]

Great poem. I loved the rhyming because it didnt feel forced. Wonderful job! I dont think you need an apostrophe in life's though.

[Marie]

Very good. I hope you post this on Halloween.