Grimly Fiendish

[Parkinsonspoet]

Saunters with an understated swagger

Faded pallor frames a smile that’s grimly fiendish

The crimson moons heralds his coming

On a night that won’t spare the hearses



Independent shadows flirt with the moons glow

Clustering entourage haunting his hunger

As his undulating stride flows with no remorse

Silence echoes as he permits you to peep



You watch as his fingers caress, grasp, twist

Revealing the sweet candy love hearts

One deftly extracted from its wrapper

On his palm letters dance into carnage

[amenOra]

Sounds like Halloween rung your bell a bit late (or early?)-- I love the poem, and it certainly makes me feel those holiday Spirits. You've a way with words! Thematic, and sweet, it makes me remember. Thanks + Kudos!

[Parkinsonspoet]

Thank you. I started to write a story last month but It is nowhere near finished. This is a character from that

[RhymeLovingWriter]

That's going to be some story Jon! This is gripping - particularly the last three words - I look forward to reading the finished product.