Narrated by Binh Anh Khoa
A shrieking wind – a choir of anguished voices –
Tears through the stillness of the graveyard, where
Dead leaves awaken to the haunting noises
Of murmuring trees stirred by the chilling air.
The moon – a blot of red that stains the heavens –
Infuses lifeless things with spectral blood,
Which rouses those of frigid ghostly presence,
Whose woeful moans spread through the neighborhood.
These shades, from prison cells midst nether pyres
For one night freed, hold up their severed heads,
In whose eye sockets, gouged out, burn blue fires
Which dimly light the path that each one treads.
They, dragging chains with labored stumbling, roam
To seek that which each once considered home.
BIO: Ngo Binh Anh Khoa is a teacher of English in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. In his free time, he enjoys reading fictions and writing poetry. His poems have appeared, or are forthcoming, in Heroic Fantasy Quarterly, Weirdbook, Spectral Realms, and other venues.