I had always heard the stories about them. The creatures who
were said to wander at night. It was told that they had been raised
from the dead… now in limbo with nowhere to go.
The plan had been to bring them fully back to life. But the experiment
failed. They were dead during the day, wandering mutants at night.
They had no elevator to heaven, no stairway to hell.
They weren’t vampires nor zombies. They were lost souls created
by a failed experiment. Revenge was what they wanted. Revenge
was what they’d get. They were coming for us.
©Walt Page 2018
Walt, I love this! And such a surprise from a poet like you!
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Glad you like it. I’m a man of many voices my friend. ☺💛
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ooooh, dark!!! Love, love, love! ❤ 🙂
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Glad, glad, glad! 😊❤
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That left me shivering
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Good ☺
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This is deliciously dark!! Really good Walt!
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Thank you! ☺💛
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Such a vivid dark imagery!
A different and a beautiful read.
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Thank you 🙂
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😊
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