Soft noise behind me
The floorboards creak with her weight
My love has woken
Though dead for a thousand years
Scent of fresh blood revives her

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lol, yes, I am a month early for Halloween, but I saw an older version of the picture and knew I had to use it! I did edit it a little more, but…

This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week was to use a specific form, which was tanka. I do write quite a few tankas.