Touch of Fear

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Shadows and lightning,
sounds not singing,
but screaming instead,
where a blade's flash in the dark
is cutting the dead.

Fearing the beast,
and its expectant feast,
first on the menu a hapless prey,
the one standing in your shoes
beside a grave.

Monsters roam the woods,
slink through your neighborhood,
each spreading death and clues,
like how one of them is in the room
with you.

©October 2016, October 2022
Christina Anne Hawthorne
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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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