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Writer's pictureAll The Horror

To Dare - Cynthia Jane

Break all the dishes in the dark of night.

Screech and moan to induce horrid fright.

Cast shadows across the parlor wall.

Place items on the stairs.

Please, go, do it all.

Tear up the pillows.

Spread feathers on the bed.

Your anger is futile.

Your body is dead.

Flicker the lights.

Rattle a chain.

Your spirit is not welcome.

Your haunting is in vain.

Crash all the windows.

Slam every door.

Destroy all the pictures.

Pound on the floor.

Your life was wasted

On wicked misdeeds.

You robbed.

You murdered.

You tortured.

You deceived.

Your capture was just.

Your execution was slow.

You suffered while dying.

“You reap what you sow.”

You laughed at your victims.

Evil refused to yield.

They tossed your wretched body In an obscure Potter’s Field.

Both Heaven and Hell

Demand your essence to roam.

Your spirit is ravishing

An abandoned, condemned home.

So continue to haunt.

No one lives there.

You are but a nothing

With no one to scare.

Your spirit is doomed

To wander alone.

To perch above your rotting corpse

Upon that unmarked stone.



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