She Beaconed

She, with a hint of mischievous smirk
and wearing a sinister spark
treaded the paths
less traversed, ambivalent and vague,
often flaunting her abstruse side
entwined in some dreadful drape

With her thoughts,
where briers flourish
and the ghouls brandish dark souls
lurking some vicious feral snarl

And her heart,
the world labeled it as haunted place
but she called it her home
perverse from the rest
for she consumed the cosmos
in her vibrant soul

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31 comments

  1. she must have been well connected to some one in the land of the haunted. she made it her home. she was one tough character and men walked on eggshells around her. Then one all the chickens died and no more egg shells. Where did she go Shantanu ? lol Just being curious of the future of this poem

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