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The Hallowed Vibes Trilogy

Inspired by WordCrafters' eerie wordlist, Halloween Vibes. 


 Hallowed Vibes

Maeve hunts the hills where satellites bloom
She dreams of the Grand Ball, the universe outflung,
While gathering a handful of glowing moons.
She blows them as wishes to the space-spun illusion:
Everything above her an infinite fall, unspooled.

Hallowed Vibes, The Return

Break the clay feet from the sorceress crow
Bones fell yesterday on the plaster mold
The dead insist you buy them home.

Rise of the Vibe, Hallowed Vibes III

Drink the potion chilling in the chest
We're haunting the lot, horror promised
Sheet hung like a ghost new-skinned
As the zombie scrawl gleams, begins
Decades gone but groaning afresh,
Our skulls' precinct pricked with unrest. 

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  1. Carrie BurttOctober 29, 2022 at 8:50 AM

    Each one is a wonderful Halloween poetic vibe! I adore the idea of gathering glowing moons and then blowing them as wishes to the space-spun illusion! Simply magical my friend!

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