Fog - by DB Sullivan

Fog - A Gothic Poem by DB Sullivan

Wrought iron gates with heavy lock,

Guard departed souls wherein, stalk

The Earth with restless quiescence,

Opaque, spectral evanescence.

Wispy, fleeting, with muffled moans,

Haunting rows of sullen tombstones.

Mourning in deathly dreaminess,

Exanguinated sleepiness.

I’ve seen them there, silent shadows,

Wandering the lonesome meadows.

In the mist and past the churchyard,

You’ll see where the ground has been scarred,

With rectangular pits, waiting,

To be filled, anticipating,

The newly deceased mothers,

Fathers, sisters and brothers.

Crypts with bars and family names,

Gather soot from pyre flames.

Apparitions wandering,

With eternal pondering.

Look into the ghostly smog,

And you’ll see them in the fog.

Gothic Poetry by DB Sullivan

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