Another challenge met, I’m beginning to like these little challenges. This one, over with our fellow compadres at The literati mafia, was to take three suggested Poetry Prompts and put them in a poem. Just like that.
So here’s my attempt, first published on The literati mafia. The prompts have been slanted (that’s italicised to the professionals) to show where I’ve added them.
I hope you
have nightmare… I mean enjoy. MwaHaaHaaaa.
To much? Sorry.
She Came From Nowhere
They trod carefully across the uneven ground
Oil lamp’s held firmly in hand
Dimly lighting their way through the old cemetery
The frosty air was cold and bland
They weren’t afraid of the evening’s darkness
Just afraid of getting caught
Neither were they ready for the fate that lie ahead
From the bloody onslaught
She came from nowhere with fangs of white
They just stood and shiver
And as each one fell from her vicious bite
The lamps continued to flicker
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