By P.S. Gifford
“Honey come look what I’ve wrote,
“P.S. Gifford the horror author spoke.
His wife ,Sarah, spoke hinting despair
. “Okay my love I shall soon be there.
But I hope it isn’t crammed with gore,
blood and guts and the nevermore,
with writhing agonies, carnage and death
and narrative thieving away my breath.
Or of ghastly ghosts prowling the night
jolting innocent souls with fright.
Zombies returning from the dead,
all of those horrendous things I dread!
Perhaps of vampires, monsters or demons,
or tales concealing hidden meanings,
accounts that that make me all a quiver,
always assured to make me a shiver.”
Nervously she slowly read the prose,
peering warily through eyes near closed.S
he suddenly smiled now filled with bliss.
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Author P.S. Gifford