The Crimson Queen!

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(Happy Halloween everyone!)

 

She rides upon a crimson horse

Its eyes as black as tar

Pray not to hear her whispered name

For she'll come to where you are

 

Her skin: as white as fresh-laid snow 

And twice as cold to touch

Her hair: as black as night itself

Hold your breath now, hush!

 

For if you hear the galloping hooves

Coming to your door

Run with all that you can muster

Run and run some more!

 

Worms for fingers, snake for tongue

Close your eyes so tight

'cause once she tastes your salty flesh

You'll become part of her night

 

And there you'll stay in black so stark

You'll pray for glimpse of day

But, with your eyes - her tasty prize

The dark is where you'll stay!

 

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◄ Oh come to me!

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Stephen Atkinson

Sat 31st Oct 2020 00:03

And thanks for the Likes Ghazala and Vautaw much appreciated as always!

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Stephen Atkinson

Sat 31st Oct 2020 00:00

Thanks Jennifer! & Yes best keep away from Potter's flaming chalice! 😄
And Julie, you can pre-order the book when I finish it in about 10 yrs, the speed I write lol. Thanks for the kind comment & Like!

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julie callaghan

Fri 30th Oct 2020 20:10

Red alert, sleeping with ear plugs in tonight, just in case! Brilliant as always. Can I preorder the book now?

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jennifer Malden

Fri 30th Oct 2020 20:05

Help! I have nightmares after Harry Potter's Flaming Chalice, or whatever the name is! Really shivery and well written. Liked the first two verses particularly.

Jennifer

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Stephen Atkinson

Fri 30th Oct 2020 19:39

Haha thanks Paul & Keith! And J.D for the Like. Tis the night to have nightmares. If not tonight then when?
Thought I'd add a photo of her for good measure 😉

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keith jeffries

Fri 30th Oct 2020 19:19

Stephen,

Reading this reminded me of the rhythm of a nursery rhyme as it seemed to trot along. The poem also had the ability to conjure up the scene exactly as you were describing it.

A clever piece of work
Thank you for this
Keith

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Paul Sayer

Fri 30th Oct 2020 19:14

How is one supposed to sleep after THIS?


What Dear, come to Bed you say...

No, I'm not still on that silly poetry site,

I'm tuning my mouth organ, I will be a while...

Cue the Death Macabre

Po.

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