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After The Stroke of Midnight

written by: Ann Christine Tabaka

@TabakaChris

 

After the stroke of midnight
when most are fast asleep
into the ancient graveyard
stealthy he does creep

Seeking out the marker
of a long forgotten soul
he digs into the hard earth
to obtain his unholy goal

He collects the fleshless bones
and gathers them to his sack
then quietly leaves the scene
with his booty on his back

Once inside his dark room
a single candle he does light
sorting all his treasures
working late into the night

Femora, tibiae, and ulnae
plus other skeletal remains
sorted by type and stacked
with such thought out pains

Grinding them into powders
for poultices and potions
carefully carved magic charms
and other ghoulish notions

After the stroke of midnight
another night of work begins
he sold his soul and must toil
to atone for all his sins

Ann Christine Tabaka

Ann Christine Tabaka

SEPTEMBER 2018 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Ann Christine Tabaka has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and three cats. Her most recent credits are: Pomona Valley Review; Ariel Chart, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, Oddball Magazine, The Paragon Journal, The Stray Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Scryptic Magazine, Ann Arbor Review, The McKinley Review.
(a complete list of publications is available upon request)
Ann Christine Tabaka

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