A devilish summons.

A devilish summons.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Between the confined
and the confused-
a devilish summons.


Death lies
where bony digits
reach out clawing;
the crypts of darkness
shrouded in an underworld
of bitter murmurings
hidden in ghoulish blind alleys-
the vaults of horrors invite you....
for some fun they whisper


" Wish you were here!"


Where the mind
creaks with every thought
and hearts bleed
in their shadows.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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