As the nights
swallows the days.
As the farmers
bring in the harvests.
As the families
prepare the feasts.
They light the bonfires
and donned their costumes.
For, on Samhain,
the dead returns.
SAMHAIN POEM
Horror, Dark Fantasy, Creepypasta
As the nights
swallows the days.
As the farmers
bring in the harvests.
As the families
prepare the feasts.
They light the bonfires
and donned their costumes.
For, on Samhain,
the dead returns.
Tracie Hicks is a Speculative Fiction. You can read her work at Coffee House Writers, where she is an editor. Tracie has an Associate of Arts degree in Communications from UoPX. Bachelor and Master of Arts degree in Creative Writing (focused on fiction and screenwriting) from SNHU. She wrapped up her education with an MFA in Creative Writing from SNHU. She is working on two books and one short story collection. You can read her work at tlhicks.me View more posts
Author T.L. Hicks