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Felt at home amongst the dead.
Shovel and pick to dig the earth,
Toothless grins,a roguish mirth.

Moonlit nights and devilish deeds,
Lilies the queens of deadly weeds.
Bedsteads stony rest their backs,
Leathery skin lined with cracks.

A hoppin and a jumpin on every head,
Trampling down the souls of the dead!
Singing their songs of ghoulish delight,
A bloody thirst for deeds of the night!

Fiends of fury and ghouls of gruesome,
Driven by hell an insatiable twosome!
Rotting flesh rings smell of death,
Staring eyes from lack of breath.

Feasting like kings with silent guest,
Skeletons dance at their request.
Mortals turn shades of shocking white,
When hands of the dead wave at night!

Ned's long neck they stretch at gallows,
His Haunting cries ring out at Hallows!
E'en the bells a voice from the dead,
Calling old Billy to join his young Ned!

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Hands of the Dead

Contributed by northernlights on Thursday, 6th November 2014 @ 03:20:00 PM in AEST
Topic: ChildrensPoetry

Billy Grotes and long necked Ned
Felt at home amongst the dead.
Shovel and pick to dig the earth,
Toothless grins,a roguish mirth.

Moonlit nights and devilish deeds,
Lilies the queens of deadly weeds.
Bedsteads stony rest their backs,
Leathery skin lined with cracks.

A hoppin and a jumpin on every head,
Trampling down the souls of the dead!
Singing their songs of ghoulish delight,
A bloody thirst for deeds of the night!

Fiends of fury and ghouls of gruesome,
Driven by hell an insatiable twosome!
Rotting flesh rings smell of death,
Staring eyes from lack of breath.

Feasting like kings with silent guest,
Skeletons dance at their request.
Mortals turn shades of shocking white,
When hands of the dead wave at night!

Ned's long neck they stretch at gallows,
His Haunting cries ring out at Hallows!
E'en the bells a voice from the dead,
Calling old Billy to join his young Ned!

Copyright © northernlights ... [ 2014-11-06 15:20:00]
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Re: Hands of the Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by Waynster on Thursday, 6th November 2014 @ 04:44:46 PM AEST
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Very interesting read! As I read it, I got a feel as if you are Irish or Hill Billy! You twist and turn your words with delight, causing captivity of the reader, very good.

I liked your poem very much.

Wayne.

Re: Hands of the Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by Beyfoxman5 on Friday, 7th November 2014 @ 12:04:23 PM AEST
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Gripping, thick, and rich. Thank you for sharing.

Re: Hands of the Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by deadreckoning1983 on Friday, 7th November 2014 @ 11:24:01 PM AEST
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Well well well isnt this a wonderful little treasure? I loved the imagery here reminds me of Evil Dead and Army of Darkness. the originals

Groovy

Re: Hands of the Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by deadreckoning1983 on Friday, 7th November 2014 @ 11:24:38 PM AEST
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Hahaha, childrens poetry, just saw that.

Re: Hands of the Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Saturday, 8th November 2014 @ 05:32:07 AM AEST
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I'm not sure I will be able to sleep at night now.
A great write though, full of character
Nice work.

Steve

Re: Hands of the Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Tuesday, 23rd December 2014 @ 08:48:38 AM AEST
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Hi Anna,
And this is for children??
Frightened the life out of me, but then am
still growing.

Nice one - ghoulish from start to finish.

T

(p.s. my computer's playing up - you probably
received my comments to ''I hear you little one''
twice.)

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