Welcome to the Gloomy Hollows of Spookinite Valley Est. Sept. 2012 Eidolon Written by Benjamin Fouché Beneath Spanish moss that drapes low, My heart was clutched by fear and woe. I saw myself standing upright, And this phantom caused boundless fright. The doppelgänger was not me, Yet its eyes would not let me be. I screamed; the apparition leered, For my lone existence it mirrored. I fled, but the figure followed, And my sanity it swallowed. Then the moon turned a ruby red, Over us, crimson rays it shed. Throughout the marsh, the grim wraith yelled, Echoes scattered and belled and belled, I cried, “Why do you haunt me so?” He bellowed, “You are your own foe.” Return to Ghostly Poetry Next Poem Previous Poem

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