A Flame Arose
Below the empty cave,
a flame arose,
of make believe,
casting an eternal shadow across the graveyard,
a no-mans' land,
for all eternity.
While the goddess stared at the stars and moon,
sitting upon an empty tomb.
The witches stirred their cauldron of,
frog legs and eye of newt,
as the undead had nightmares,
of clouds with voices within.
Frankenstein looked for body parts,
in a cold dark room,
the wolves' howled at the full moon.
By starstruck13
© 2009 starstruck13
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