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Horror Story

by Ken Peters

Stone cold moon was full of herself
she cast a pale light on the world
(pale as an undertaker)
convening her shadow government

Wind and trees conspired together
usurped this pallid force for their own wild purposes
moved serried ranks of gray thieves
carelessly
petulant children arguing over a favorite toy

Eyes occupied with this assault on my home
failed to see the greater threat
the Fool's Gambit known
only when Death put his cold hand on my shoulder

Dressed to the nines and grinning
 

 

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