Digging deep, shadowy moor.

Dark of night.

Never alone, except with

my confession.

Hoping to always,

be out of


Crackling leaves,

whispery breeze.

Snap of a stick,

heart skips a beat.

Smooth down earth,

skulk away.

One score settled.

One more to pay.


Response to dVerse Quadrille



9 thoughts on “Burial

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    Oooooo. Intriguing. Rhyme works so well for you here!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Patti says:

    I love this! There’s such tension and mystery on the moor tonight.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Wow… that was one cold revenge… and there is one more to go..


  4. kanzensakura says:

    dark….revenge is a grave dug cold. I like this short foray into the gothic.

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  5. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:



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