
Through the mist and fog, We traveled; Mysteries of song, Unraveled. To subside our fears, We talked; Lest something hiding near, We walked. O’er the ground we’re rushing, In retreat; Leaves all around, we’re crushing, ‘Neath our feet. Howling in the woods: They’re calling, Prowling; nothing good, Befalling. Stopped ahead in our path– A beast; Dropped dead by his wrath, We ceased. Copyright © 2022 Brandon Ellrich
This poem was written in response to Sadje’s What do you see # 155- October 10, 2022, so please visit her page to participate and/or read other responses.
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Oh so evocative Brandon. Love this poem and your take. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you! I wanted to go with a scary one since Halloween is approaching.
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You’re most welcome
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Oh, I love the imagery and rhyme of this one. So good!
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Thanks, I had fun with it.
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