Frosted Glass!

Could she have really seen or felt anything that day? The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

There through the frosted glass front door

a figure stood then a tap

she did not expect anybody that day to call

cautiously approached to answer

then on opening found nothing was there

not a soul with words to share!

Very shaken at this strange experience

she came quickly inside

unsure of what to make of the event

it had never happened before

being left here completely all alone

heard a very disturbing groan!

Knew the house in the forest had a tale

of a murder but nothing else

not believing stories told of this place

as an ornament fell off a shelf

could there be something within here

feeling a presence so near!

Told herself not to be daft just imagination

spirits just do not exist

a cold chill went right through her body

standing there defiantly

sensing a physical embrace and soft kiss

that she could not dismiss!

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  1. Hope you’re well Blessings and Happiness and peace to you my friend 🙂


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