Wednesday's Poetry Prompt: the spooky oookie
Wednesday's Poetry Prompt: Write a haunted poem. the spooky oookie We can skip the spooky season- there is nothing happy or sweet as candy about it. Under a spooks' operation, it's been a spooky year thus far. So spooky, that a costume can't even disguise the ugliest dark of the darkness in the darkest times before Autumn's time falls back while watching history repeat itself. Government buildings are haunted houses with a million cobwebs of deception in every nook and cranny. Only the purest souls withholds God's light as it flickers to flick off the vampires of greed and wrath. The unpleasant scents of decayed flesh of "liberty and justice for all" swallows the innocence of tranquilized air in rooms where ritual circles take place- full of strange, creeps with vacant souls like Jason, Freddy Krueger, and Mike Myers. In the highest chambers, lies demonic ...