The Dance of Death by Charles Baudelaire
The Dance of Death by Charles Baudelaire Carrying bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she
A Poem A Day
The Dance of Death by Charles Baudelaire Carrying bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she
The Jack-O’-Lantern By Madison Julius Cawein Last night it was Hallowe’en. Darkest night I’ve ever seen. And the boy
The Vampire by James Clerk Maxwell 1845 Translated into modern English by R Edwards There is a knight riding through
‘Twas Halloween Night Peter Gregg Slater ‘Twas Halloween night, when all thro’ the house Every creature was stirring, even grandad
I lie beyond the narrow sandy strand,
A jagged mote upon the horizon,
A rugged speck upon the ocean.
Sailors skirt past my flanks in morbid dread.
My dark hollows house the unshriven dead.
You who, like the stab of a knife,
Entered my plaintive heart;
You who, strong as a herd
Of demons, came, ardent and adorned,
In the bus station
I was near enough
To be master of ceremonies,
Seeing them on their way.
THE WITCHES (for older children)
In the dark forest under the haze
absent the moon’s silvery rays,
when the night is black and still
the witches hold a blackbird’s quill.
Rebecca L. Snowe is a high-fantasy writer who hates cliché’s, loves the dark and gritty, and is working on becoming a tea addict.
The Grand Illusion by Maggie Pena I’m sitting alone in the corner of a room- darkness all around, but light
Julie Irigaray’s work has appeared in various international publications such as Southword, Banshee (Ireland), Shearsman, Mslexia, Tears in the Fence, Envoi (UK) and The Ofi Press (Mexico), among others.
Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite
All are on their rounds to-night,
In the wan moon’s silver ray
THE HAUNTED OAK by Paul Laurence Dunbar Pray why are you so bare, so bare, Oh, bough of the old
THE VAMPIRE by Rudyard Kipling (The verses?as suggested by the painting by Philip Burne Jones, first exhibited at the new