Collection of my poems ☆☽

Late October

In late October

The skinny woods would stare

As clouded purple dragons haunt the air

A bloody bath

Mind set for wrath

But – you don't believe in that stuff, do you?

You know... the resurrection of the dead?

Hiding in the shadows as you walk by,

Watching you bathe in the middle of the night,

Talking back to you in your sleep,

Or the unknown mist you deny in your pictures, you'll forever keep?

Mind your mind, my darlings; it's a place where beauty is hidden and horror is even more hidden until one day you may go mad