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From The Shadows

An eerie darkness fills the town
enveloping my soul in fear.
Assisting as my spirits drown
are sounds of footsteps drawing near.

Adrift on pools of panicked sweat,
no prayers can fuel my lack of faith.
My frightened eyes assess the threat.
First comes a witch and then a wraith.

The blackest thoughts invade my brain
from one too many bourbons neat.
While struggling with dreadful pain,
the haunting ghouls shout trick or treat.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 10/29/14 prompt at Poetic Asides to write an “emerging” poem.

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