Three From the Graveyard.
London. A fourth floor hotel room. Nightfall. Lawrence Talbot.
misty blue moonlight
shirt in shreds silver sinew...
howling for the hunt
Bavaria. The edge of the Black Forest . Midnight. A Creature Named Adam.
from grave to castle
pursuing a perverse mate...
lightning my mother
Haiti. A fallow field off a dirt crossroads. Sunset. The Gris Gris Man.
lost Latin on the wind
fearful fugue for Godless souls...
resurrect the dead
Sleep well this night, won't you?
Aha Ha Ha Aha Aha Ha Ha Ha Ha....
Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr. | Year Posted 2010
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