Micro-Poetry #8



Seemingly inevitable,

Yet all at once far-fetched:

Denial, refusal –

To believe that the flames

Burn brighter on the other side,

That ashes rebirth broken souls.



A forest –

Captivated in glinting light of moon,

Captured within:

Fearful town-folk as the shrieker shrieks

And the darkness bears its fangs.


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