At Home with the Ghouls

Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
Her house was haunted bliss
after she opened the doors
and invited the apparitions in.

She treasured burials at night
when faces disappeared
only to return as ghostly white.

Oh how she loved Puppy howling at the moon
and Kitty burying neighbors
while Crow sang his lively tune.

There was freedom in madness
when dancing on sanity's fringe
with a bloody edge to place a deadly kiss.

©September 2022
Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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