Gray Zone


We all watch through the grate

beyond which the darkest secrets live

locked away in a tomb, cloaked

as trouble and despair, reeking

of depression and doom.


Ghost will not go there. Charms do

not work against their weirdings.

Spells merely exhaust breath.

Time stops until a whisp slips

free and brings frost to make us

shudder, then turns to ice

to freeze the blood.







Author's Notes/Comments: 

All Hallow's Eve approacheth. :D slc

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Reading Poe & Lovecraft lately. Go figure.