Friday, 24 September 2021

One Poem by R. W. Stephens



Halloween

 

 

Beast within me

Terror under a full moon

The black night is mine

 

The lightening has struck.

Golem of flesh and bones rises.

Pyrophobia

 

Small, utter grotesque

Mischievous with your fears

Chaotic soul thrives

 

A shriek from the mound

A dark Queen wails despair, fear

Foreboding a death

 

Faint wisp of a shroud

Will haunt you to your demise

The dead don't care when




R. W. Stephens is a native of California, born in San Francisco. There was an extended sojourn to Wisconsin for university. He raised two special needs kids, part of an interesting life. He recently started writing again with a new perspective. He is the organizer and coordinator for a small writing group based in Hayward, California.




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