Thumbing through the pages of an old family book
Looking at strange pictures someone long ago took
Seeing the likeness of those who are sleeping
When an uneasy feeling upon me comes creeping
Knowing from instinct as it pops in my head
That what I am viewing are photographs of the dead
copyright K. N. Kiger
Poetic Fiction
Narrative is my favourite form of poetry to write - telling a story, making use of myself as the voice of the narrator and sometimes that of a character.
Stench Of Immortality
Creeping into the nightly air
Comes the stench of death
And to all who are of the undead
It is the smell of rotting flesh
That's how we tell each other apart
From within our hierarchy
Those of us who've been around
Not merely years but for centuries
copyright K. N. Kiger
Comes the stench of death
And to all who are of the undead
It is the smell of rotting flesh
That's how we tell each other apart
From within our hierarchy
Those of us who've been around
Not merely years but for centuries
copyright K. N. Kiger
Uninvited Guest
Aroused by the sounds
Of footsteps down the hall
And when they approach
I hear my name being called
I soon see an apparition
Appear out of nowhere
But after staring back at me
I watch him vanish into thin air
copyright K. N. Kiger
Of footsteps down the hall
And when they approach
I hear my name being called
I soon see an apparition
Appear out of nowhere
But after staring back at me
I watch him vanish into thin air
copyright K. N. Kiger
Preternatural Mindset
Decades have passed by me
Then fade into centuries
The monotony of time
Leaves cobwebs inside my mind
And with no company to keep
My will to feed grows weak
Spending forever alone
In a world where I don't belong
copyright K. N. Kiger
Then fade into centuries
The monotony of time
Leaves cobwebs inside my mind
And with no company to keep
My will to feed grows weak
Spending forever alone
In a world where I don't belong
copyright K. N. Kiger
Nosferatu
Their skin is pale
Their bodies are cold
They do not age
They cannot grow old
They cast no reflection
The sunlight they must heed
Their existence is unholy
On human blood they feed
copyright K. N. Kiger
Their bodies are cold
They do not age
They cannot grow old
They cast no reflection
The sunlight they must heed
Their existence is unholy
On human blood they feed
copyright K. N. Kiger
In Retrospect
As I walk down a crowded street
Staring at all the people I meet
I see someone that I once knew
Now coming directly into my view
I speak to her so my voice will be heard
Though she passes by me not saying a word
I look back but in an instant she's gone
I then wait until evening when I return home
To make an inquiry about my estranged friend
By calling on one of her beloved kin
I am told that she is with us no more
Having just died only the day before
copyright K. N. Kiger
Staring at all the people I meet
I see someone that I once knew
Now coming directly into my view
I speak to her so my voice will be heard
Though she passes by me not saying a word
I look back but in an instant she's gone
I then wait until evening when I return home
To make an inquiry about my estranged friend
By calling on one of her beloved kin
I am told that she is with us no more
Having just died only the day before
copyright K. N. Kiger
The Baby Carriage
An odd sound in the night
Fills the house with gloom
The cries of a ghostly voice
Coming from the attic room
As I make my way upstairs
And I open wide the door
I see an old baby carriage
Left from the century before
copyright K. N. Kiger
Fills the house with gloom
The cries of a ghostly voice
Coming from the attic room
As I make my way upstairs
And I open wide the door
I see an old baby carriage
Left from the century before
copyright K. N. Kiger
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