Gothic 20: Shadows

Hoodie, Sweater, Dark, Night, Evening, Shadows, People

Shadows – corners where there is no light

The recesses where your hackles rise –

When near them – you dare to go

The unknown – there from prying eyes hide

Prepared from their lair to explode

Shadows – corners devoid of light

The dark of hallways dim

A realm where you should not tread

A place when phantoms live



Gothic 19: Upon A Stair

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In outlandish garb he comes my way

Latchet shoes and ruff upon his neck

Hollow eyes, and pointed beard

A ghostly visage he projects

Shall I pass him on the stair

Or wait for him to go?

How long has he tarried here?

Does even he, that answer know?


FOWC with Fandango — Outlandish




Gothic 18: All Hallows’ Eve

Ghost, Halloween, Horror, Bride, White, Death

All Holies’ Day is not yet here

A year has passed since the last one

And now the saintly power gives way to fear

As Teens play with evil just for fun

Late into the evening they shall walk

Lighted pumpkins before the doors

Laughing at powers of which they baulk

Little understanding their horrors

As on them night closes like a pall

Adorned in masks, they think disguise

Aware not of the presence mal

Among them those Teens unwise

So in their revelry they shall go

Still unaware of the risks

Surprised they shall be when they come to know

Strong cold fingers seizing their wrists


A little mood setting for Halloween in the form of a Trolaan (a poem consisting of 4 quatrains. Each quatrain begins with the same letter. The rhyme scheme is abab, and each successive stanza beginning with second letter of the previous stanza.

Healer Heal Yourself

image: IWM

HM2 Yamato went down heavily.  Corporal Herrington ran to his side.

“You okay, Doc?” the Marine asked with concern on his face.

“I think so. What do you think?” the Corpsman said pointing.

“It doesn’t look good,” Herrington replied.

“You know, Steve, you could work on your bedside manner a bit,” the Corpsman replied.

“What do you need me to do?” the Marine asked.

“Go pick my bag up from over there and bring it to me,” the Corpsman instructed.

Herrington went and retrieved the medic’s bag from the roadside, where it had fallen.

Yamato pulled out a roll of tape and began wrapping his shoe.  “That’s the last time I’m going to let you talk me into buying cheap running shoes.”


Gothic 16: Girl at the Gate

Gothic, Woman, Fantasy, Female, Model, Young, Portrait

Did you see her standing there

By the gate along the way?

Many a traveler says they have

But seldom by the light of day

And for those that do – icy tingles shoot

Along the length of their spine

And though they see her standing there

For others – there is of her no sign

Are you one of the chosen few

To be summoned by the mistress of the gate?

If you are wise you should move quickly by

Before it is too late