"STALKING SHADOWS" BY J.M.

Tip-toeing mouldy veils,

long hung in shroudy past

Invading noses with rotten onions,

Overstayed,unwelcome visitors

The sticky, faded amorphic tablets 

peeling graffiti of illegible syllables

on tenets that glued communities,

prevarications hoodwinking progenies

Along arduous prickly spoors,

many a man wandered astray

in dense thickets of dire ignorance,

hooded by veils of expired aeons.

A chorus from bespectacled owls,

compliment verses of craggy sorcerers

and hysteric witches lighting a bonfire,

for a feast on tender tendons.

They subjugate infirm bosoms,

deities of dark eerie caves

where fear rules the roost

on deviants from covenants of old

In labyrinths they breed en-mass

cursed legions of demented demons

for initiation to mission destruction

in churches and shrines alike.

They still dance, the stalky shadows,

mimicking wizards in outworn garbs

on frequent visits by middle of night ,

for curse jabs of ceaseless misfortune 

They stalk, the mouldy veils

desperate to etch hideous blemishes

on quacky world of splintered opinions

in marathon nights of creepy shades. 

 J.M. @Savannah Inks 

- Zimbabwe

© 2023

The poet persona leaks the secrets of churches that portray indecent activities like prostitution, bribery, rituals, stealing and others.