Specter's Waste

Specter's Waste

A Poem by Ian Barnhill

Specter’s waste


Near the black mountains


where the radiation


still dwells,


lies the ruins


of Specter’s waste.


These were the ruins


from The Great Fires


from long ago.


If one dwells


in Specter’s Waste


that night.


They say


that the spirits


of the humans


that burned shall


haunt you,


and mass destruction


and death


shall fill


your dreams.


Beware of


the dreaded


Specter’s waste,


where the ghosts


of the burnt dead


dwell.

© 2022 Ian Barnhill


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Posted 4 Months Ago


Bringing back memories of the Boogey Man. Also reminiscent of Poe's scary poems. Thanks for sharing.

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