When critters claw and cry
at midnight; moans for me.
I’m tethered tight; I tremble
for delight of daring devils,
and zesty zombies zucking
In vain a vampire veins me,
I’m strong; a stake stiletto
dear demon: you are dust.
Cartloads to the cemetery by Francisco Goya
A little ditty of a poem for the Tuesday Platform at toads.
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October 17, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I just finished rereading Terry Pratchett’s Carpe Jugulum, and I swear your poem belongs in the Discworld. I love it!
Creepily penned, and nicely alliterative, Bjorn!
Creepily penned and nicely alliterative, Björn
I love it–very cool!
Creepy but still.fun.
zesty zombies zucking…🙂🙂
This is wonderfully dark and eerie 😀
You got the better of him in the last stanza!
‘Tis the season … and you’ve very much caught the ‘spirit’ of it here.
Creepy… devilishly creepy!