Poetry Day: Shrieking Skull of Necrotalis Plains

Castlevania Giant Ghost

(A creepy tale that I can’t remember the inspiration for.  Given the time period, it could have been a nightmare.)

An open plain
Never crossed by man
Home to ghosts
And every form of ghoul
Slavering for flesh

 

One such beast
Is the Shrieking Skull
A floating horror
Lacking limbs and trunk
Embraced by putrid light

 

Found among the trees
Known for their poison sap
They hang in the sunlight
Empty eyes peering
At the ground below

 

A fleshless jaw
Permanently dropped
Releases a shattering shriek
Heard for many miles
Paralyzing all nearby prey

 

It pierces what it eats
Directly through the brain
With a needle spine
Bloating with swallowed meat
And powdered bone

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About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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13 Responses to Poetry Day: Shrieking Skull of Necrotalis Plains

  1. L. Marie's avatar L. Marie says:

    That is creepy. Did you ever incorporate this in a story?

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  2. I’m not crossing that open plain for sure. Well done, Charles.

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  3. This guy is pretty cool.

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  4. Definitely a seasonal poem!

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  5. That Shrieking Skull sounds like prime Halloween nightmare fuel! 💀

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