The Haunting

ghostly iciclesSomething wicked this way comes,

Marching in to Arctic drums;

Promised gift of spring succumbs

To ghosts of winter past.

Ice Queen reigns supreme for now,

Frigid frost on frigid brow;

Soon, she’ll have to take a bow,

For phantoms cannot last.


11 comments on “The Haunting

  1. Debbie says:

    Wonderfully done, Melody! This is a fun one to read aloud!

  2. Gallivanta says:

    Oh, she looks wicked!

  3. RoSy says:

    Definitely a haunting.
    It’s looking good now though.
    Hope this time winter doesn’t impose on spring.

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