Under the Wolfing-moon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
What happens under a Wolfing-moon, in a graveyard?

Submitted: October 27, 2015

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Submitted: October 27, 2015



The iron gates screeched as they opened

And ghastly shapes found their way to the graves.

A crocked old hag, dressed in hooded cloak

Cracked her whip, and gave orders to her slaves.


Six ghosts groaned, that were bound in chains,

And there were seven brides, of the living dead.

The Hag gave her orders, "Start the digging!"

They were looking for grooms, for to wed.


The Wolfing-moon turned to rancid gray

But on the graves the color was red.

"Dig faster," the old hag bellowed!

There were many graves giving up their dead.


"I need seven Grooms," the Hag screeched aloud,

"I want new ones, with flesh still clinging to the bone!"

"Find them fast or you shall pay the piper."

"Dig," I said, "look under every stone!"


That's what happens when the matchmaker works

In any graveyard, beneath the Wolfing-moon.

The Un-dead are matched with the dead brought to life

One Zombie-Bride for each recycled groom.



D. Thurmond

JEF  10-27-2015

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