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A Halloween themed poem around going out on the night of Halloween. |
On the night of Hallows eve: the dark, yet glimmering starry night offers me the gift of the most demonic sights. Attracted, I set out to stroll for a time of lurid reprieve. With an exit of my chamber door, the fruits of Fall show me the types of morbid lore that the night has in store. The bright and burning arts kindle a flame within me! As I walk through the dark, each creature in sight animates with a sort of pent up energy contingent with their wicked and warm personality. Us will'o wisps in flesh shall be the light we use to show and confess our macabre larks. As I wander through the gloom and gray of a graveyard full of corpses with words to say. I find another eerie glow which the cute, yet ominous pointing nose of the black cat near me points to show. Many denizens within the dire wood dig their graves amongst the soot of the flashing fire they dance in as they conspire. With their own words they continue the tale of the many stars that burned out from a turbulent gale. I enter to the festive yet wretched lot. I flail my arms and expose my putrid rot. I fit in as we free ourselves of the exhausting unthinking mortal coil. The cold unfeeling environs with which we toil briefly perish as a waning thought descriptive yet disjointed from the flames tonight. As the fires die down and we enter our holes. The work which we're renowned for longs to impose its will upon our souls once again revived as the tinder we use to light the fire. Our ire, our love, our deep desire shall once again burn bright next Hallowed night. |