Darkness wraps its clammy fingers
around unwary travelers;
seacrching lovers dead and gone.
cloaks of shadow whisper shrill
tunes they found in nightmares and
gravestone-buried songs.
they slip night-hands over pink mouths
whispering with their own dead lips,
be wary
a laugh, a hacking cough
of bloody tuberculosis. diseased.
the sound of murder,
they dissapear.
orange lamps grin.
they show the way, unto death and
sweet sweet mercies of light
that come with a price.
They grin,for what reason?
oh, only the thought of turning with a gust of
ashen wind, setting souls
afire.
walking. alone, i cannot reach
the arms of gentle sleep.
the moon's face seems much too
sinister for reason
and suddenly
i pass a cold spot that makes me sweat and I am
a heat wave against the frozen night.
a dark chuckling cuts me to sleeping
a fainting spell of bitter weeping
like some kind of ancient sword.
Comments
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ooooooo.... spooky, spooky, spooky! watch out for the "orange lamps"!! I think the headless horseman had one! A fine write!! loved it!
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Excellent write! This drew me in and I wanted to see someone Else's version of Halloween. A Night of terror and fright for most. Well Done!
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This is great
AMAZING!!
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NICE!! I love halloween!
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