Feared Full Moon
On a full moon, the fog enrobes
The barren tree branches,
One of which holding twin carrion birds
Waiting for the opportune moment to pounces.
They watch furtively as ghostly
Figures of varying shapes, try
To dance around the grand piano’s harmony
Of Gothic, suspenseful cacophony
That puts the ghosts in a daze,
Floating to and fro, getting closer to the blaze
Of screeching, caterwauling cries, phase
In and out as new spirits float in a craze
To reach the soul wrenching
Sounds of agony, depression, leering,
Expecting to be driven to healing
From their sweet suffering that’s heart rending.
©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
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