Skele Poems - Poems about Skele

...My eyes are but orbs of their former selves. How am I seeing? What do I smell? Is it blood? Dracula’s or my own? He clutches me and ravishes me. It is satisfyingly delicious. A wolf howls. ......Read the rest...

...Gargoyle Dog with his sharp angry claws Hooded Skeleton sat on a throne of skele-raws. They had borrowed Grim Reaper’s murdering scythe. The better to kill trick-or-treaters and others with. Eb......Read the rest...