In deep twilight, ghasts and ghouls emerge to haunt
In the depths of the world, all too horrid and gaunt
Ripped and ragged, their weathered cloaks they flaunt
Nothing can stop their shrieks and harrowing taunts
Each has a name, don’t you know, just like we
The tortured living, we the tormented free
And if one has the displeasure ever to see
The most ghastly ghoul, you can’t miss him, named Shree
Shree, you’d come to find, is short for “Shriek”
For when you meet him, of fear he will reek
Of all the famed souls with color-drained cheek
Who could not complete the name of the frightening freak
What is it that makes him so infamously impish
For many apparitions appear like smoke of Cavendish
And even banshees scream so one might unwish
Their very soul to know the fears of the fiendish
The tale has ne’er been told of the ghast named Shree
And I rue the day the tale-teller became me
Even now, the icy breath I scantily breathe
Sends a chill down my spine, my heart it does freeze
For I was met by Shree one fateful, deep twilight
He knew all my fears, and he knew Secret’s bitter bite
When I looked in his eyes, he revealed the sight
Of my death, all alone, in the middle of the night
Loved it!
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Haha thank you 🙂
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Thats so nice! At First i wasn’t sure about the topic. Just title didn’t reveal about content as ‘shree’ has something to do with religious stuffs here. But really i loved the poem 😊 keep writing 👍
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