Hippie Harbour – In the Dark 16

Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead.  I did them all in December but was less successful in January.  Let’s see how we do in February shall we.

You can see the prompts here.


Theres a place made for folk of a kind

Who are carefree and pleasant you’ll find

But they don’t like to bath

And are quite fond of hash

And all substance to alter the mind




All is not quite as it may appear

and possessed both of rage and of fear

their minds twisted and torn

by a pathogen born

in the weed and their lovely brewed beer




Late at night when they ought to be humping

through their veins a dark need is fast pumping

and their hearts turned quite black

and they frenzied attack

driven wild on their neighbours they’re jumping




and they rip and they tear quite asunder

and they feast on red flesh neath the thunder

and the lightning above

for they now only love

to devour, feast and bath in death’s wonder




So the moral it seems is beware

if you travel there then just take care

Hippie harbour you’ll see

here the love isn’t free

there’s a cost you might pay, should you dare