Mistica Chronicles


Welcome to Issue 66

Lusium Winning Entry

Whispers slip through the clouded mists,
Fright runs wild through the dark night.
Something with glowing red eyes lays waiting.
Take naught a trip to the graveyard.
You'll meet something of your nightmares on this night.

Glowing pumpkins, rotten faces.
All are clues for the mischief of this creature.
With a gasp and a shriek.
It's taken another victim.

Take naught a trip to the Graveyards.
Or you might just visit your own.

Rampant at this one night,
It feeds on the fear of it's victims.
Slash, chomp, bite and scratch.
There goes your head.

Ritualistic, being of the unknown
With a roar and a growl.
Another has fallen
To take a trip to the graveyards.
Is to take a trip to your own grave.