Night Creepers

Axe

The distant sound

Arcane

Cold cast sheets, over trees Turning them to ghosts Black cold claws penetrate Snowy winter shrouds They point, and chuckle at me With a ghostly silence A hideous vengeance

Bones

Another day

Christmas spirit

We met on the corner

D..cold chamber

The spirit of good will in on me

Three wishes

Three wishes

Window

The things I’ve seen from this window I’ve seen natures tears weave their weary paths and die Seen the spiders lace and imprison the fly

Plangent

Plangent mirrors across dead felled bracken bled sap dust screams with abhor