Revenge

In the shadows there lurks a soul, 

Whose loneliness has taken its toll.

All she knows are cries and moans,

An empty shell of skin and bones.

She's stranded to the dark of night,

 Left with creatures of ghoul and fright.

Her heart's been sent through the guillotine,

And she's seeking revenge this Halloween.

(b.m.)

Reflected

I stumbled upon this empty shell,

as I walked along the river.

Maybe it was the decaying smell,

that made my body shiver.

Something about it drew me near,

as I ventured beyond the trail.

Maybe it was the feeling of drear,

that made my skin go pale. 

Most beguiling was this ivory stone,

as my eyes became transfixed.

Maybe it was the stark white bone,

that made me so affixed.

I soon realized the connection,

as my chest welled up inside.

Maybe it's my own reflection,

that this empty shell implied.

-b.m.