CAMELOT FANTASIES

High pitched shrieks
Echo through the cool castle walls
The moon is 3/4 full
Moonsrays shining a pathway
It’s not the light
That causes the tiny hairs to stand
At attention
Ghosts and goblins are bold
Many stories talk
Kobold daredevils making their
Presence known
As old as stories told
Beware of the shadows
Unbeknownst as to what is lurking
In the aphotic stark
Temperatures dropping as the mists rise
Strangely my mind is recalling
Histories foretold
Tripping over the broken branch
I’m falling
Onslaught of scary surprise
Sorting through the hallowed grounds
Moving through the spooky possibilities
More intense is the fear
With every creepy sound

~Divine