The Ghost of the mind doth murder sleep! Sleep that cradles you deep within it’s shell!
Sleep that brings an unfettered fear that can creep into one’s mind!
Fear to sleep … for if you do … He will cometh in the night to savor and devour you~
The Specter from the dark side nibbles at your mind spouting his frightful groans
An apparition of the undead haunting in Gothic horror
A manifestation that feeds upon the psyche of your mind and must be banished as a cursed demonic force, before he devours you as his prize!
Your future lies within the falling of life’s cards
Look deep within your crystal ball and then deal Tarot cards of fear to someone else ~ vanish this apparition as mystic vapor
The Queen of Spades, the Jack of Knaves … and the deadly foe ~ the treacherous Ace of Spades
Feel the bump of the séance table as the ghosts of beyond, which are seen by the corner of your eye are trying to contact you
Hear it speak! … it is I … it is I … Beware … I am coming … I am coming
Beware … Beware … they come … they crawl Among the living pits to pull you under the ground into the depths of hell … into their ghostly eternal Spirit world of the dammed
Hear them singing … bump in the night It is their theme song
Hear the eerie sound of chains being dragged around at night … and the anguished screams of the dammed … some without heads
Sounds penetrating the maddening blackness of despicable unknown nocturnal habitats!
A skeleton hand stretches forth pawing it’s way from beneath the ground of the cemetery of the living dead
Ripping earth’s surface apart with it’s bony out-stretched hands soon to be followed by a ghostly decaying figure appearing in tattered gray rags in disarray!
He is after you my dear!
He cometh beware … heed him … he groans … He wants to pull you under when he returns to his land of tormenting tomorrows!
Oh the taste of vengeance is so sweet to the innocent But oh so awesome to the knowledgeable …
Beware heed my words
He cometh into the gloom of the night with his eyes glowing … radiating an eerie ghostly green!
Sleep well my sweet! The Ghost writer of the fearsome night
JimEee
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Posted: Jan 2016
About this poem:
What evil lurks in the mind of men! The Shadow knows! He cometh!
You now have each and every woman ( and perhaps man too...lol) trembling with fear.
Instead of melting like putty when they read your romantic and some times sensual words, they are now trembling with fear. OMG...'skeleton hand stretching from beneath the ground'!
I'm afraid that if you ever entertain an overnight house guest, and allow them to read this first, they are going to insist that all the lights in the house are turned on before they even attempt falling asleep.
Sleep well Dear JimEee...but are you really certain that YOU are safe??????
Mady
JimEeeOPNew Haven, Connecticut USAJan 26, 2016
I just couldn’t resist penning a Cherry poem that perhaps Edgar Allen Poe would relish on a dark stormy night as he watched the wonderful array of jagged lightening brighten up his dismal night!
His anticipation of the skeleton aberration clawing it’s way from the land of the living dead, searching for a victim to pull back down under ground upon it‘s return!
Mady fear not ~ he cometh not for thee But you others beware ~ sleep with lights all aglow ~ for perhaps ~ he may not come out of the shadows to apprehend you ~ perhaps ~
Enjoyed the diversity of your talent, dear Romantic Poet, and the comments - yours and others. My first association was with Edgar Allan Poe's Raven, and then you added some other names in your comment. Thank you very much for sharing!
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You now have each and every woman ( and perhaps man too...lol) trembling with fear.
Instead of melting like putty when they read your romantic and some times sensual words, they are now trembling with fear.
OMG...'skeleton hand stretching from beneath the ground'!
I'm afraid that if you ever entertain an overnight house guest, and allow them to read this first, they are going to insist that all the lights in the house are turned on before they even attempt falling asleep.
Sleep well Dear JimEee...but are you really certain that YOU are safe??????
Mady
that perhaps Edgar Allen Poe would relish on
a dark stormy night as he watched the wonderful array of jagged lightening brighten up his dismal night!
His anticipation of the skeleton aberration clawing
it’s way from the land of the living dead, searching for a victim to pull back down under ground upon it‘s return!
Mady fear not ~ he cometh not for thee
But you others beware ~ sleep with lights
all aglow ~ for perhaps ~ he may not come out of the shadows to apprehend you ~ perhaps ~
Mady thanks for your fearful comments! Lol
JimEee