Night’s darkness growing
Crawling across the daylight
Vampires start to rise
Down in the damp crypt
Rotten flesh resurrecting
Lusting for warm blood
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A deserted road
Crawling with night’s thick darkness
Man walking alone
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His coat held tightly
Bracing against the cold air
Teeth chattering loud
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A soft sound nearby
Man pauses for a moment
Hurries towards home
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In the dark bushes
Creature with crimson red eyes
Waits for its moment
Two red eyes watching
Deep within the night’s shadows
Deadly fangs exposed
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I actually had three other endings for this Haiku. Read them below and let me know if you prefer one of them.
A. Waiting for its meal
B. Ready for attack
C. Hidden out of sight
Sight:
Her common sense fails
She opens the old front door
Slips inside the house
Taste:
Mouth filled with dryness
Her throat turns to sandpaper
Saliva like dirt
Touch:
She feels the floor squish
Hands trace the soft rotten wall
Brush aside cobwebs
Smell:
Her nose sniffs and snorts
Filled with the dusty cold air
Rot, mold, and decay
Hear:
Behind her – footsteps
Creaking across the old floor
Swish of an ax blade
I thought about moving my Haiku Horizons challenges over to my other blog, Yep, I created that. I did that for a bit, but decided I wanted to start doing the challenges on this blog again. So, what you see below (and if you read them all thank you) is what I wrote for that blog. Enjoy and let me know if you have a favorite one.
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Candy Colored Sky
In the sharp blue sky
Warm, yellow butterscotch sun
Brightens up the day
Hidden Behind a Mask
A strong Broadway cast
Phantom of the Opera
Playing sold out shows
Warm at Night
Skillful hands moving
Using thread to make a quilt
Filled with memories
Knife’s Gleam
The killer watching
– waiting for his final chance
Eyes steady and calm
A Forever Kiss
Chance meeting at night
A glint and flash of the blade
Killer striking flesh
Don’t Let it Die
Don’t throw away dreams
They may or may not come true
You still have to try
New Feathers
Tiny birds growing
In a nest of brown branches
Mother keeps them safe
Leader
Hail to the grand king
Sitting on his mighty throne
Crown upon his head
Creature
In the dark corner
Something moving, making noise
Bright red eyes staring
Rotting stinking corpse
Shambling, rambling, and roaming
In the mood for flesh
Hidden in shadows
Hissing and screeching loudly
Something unholy
The man stopped quickly
He stared at the severed hand
Resting on the log
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For more prompts like “log” go here: Haiku Horizons
Rapping on the wall
Smiling as I tap the beat
Something just knocked back
Wooden boards creaking
Footsteps that are not my own
Walking on the floor