Miscellaneous:

[mistyllspoetry]

Poe's ghost walking the halls of
winter.
Smoking papers of magazines
and gazing at bones made
of the sun.
His daughter Ginger a
doll made of paper.
First Poe made her eyes
out of God's rock and
her body was painted
black for the sky.
Ginger's heart
cut Poe's tooth.
His tongue was broken
with memories of his life
waiting at winter's door.

Ginger with her beautiful
charm danced as she
kissed Poe's decaying
innocent face.
She washed her hands clean
of blood and found a book
of his poetry sitting with
his ghost, Poe shot Ginger
dead with his words.

[Visionary]

I really enjoyed your poem. It appealed to the Goth in me. WIsh you would write one about Byron's ghost too. A cool concept, I can vision a whole book based on this to their ghost theme.

[PaintedDiary]

Dear Misty,

This was some very vivid words! Beautifully executed, and the story was very intense. Had my mind spinning, as the tale was unraveled. Thank you for sharing this!

{{{KIM}}}

[FTD4KiNG]

I as a Big Poe fan express my thanks,
You brought light to yet another side of him!

I love the dark and you seem to reach beneath with ease...
I must follow you!

You reak of inspiration!
in a good way of course!