Way back (late 80s-early 90s), I had a few poems published in some dubious contest-related anthos.
If I recall correctly, this was the first of my poems to be published in one, in 1987 (was so long ago I had my step-father's surname at the time, but here I've changed the byline to Fay). Of course, 'twas a dark poem. Don't ask me the name of the anthology; I don't recall now.
I now realize publication in those things is so suspect an honor that long ago I dropped those publications from my full list. I no longer consider them to be valid publication credits.
That doesn't stop me from sharing the poem now.
Night’s Dead
Night swiftly overcomes day
A black rider on a nightmare steed
Death it brings, swift and sure
Evil reigns at night’s blackest
Beware the witching hour
For it is then they dance
Under a pale, cold moon
Creatures striving to steal men’s souls
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