An accumulation, followed by silence.
Lights like a switchboard, ghosts still hung.
The candy bowl knocked over.
A rearrangement turned into a walk around the dim echoes of a neighbourhood.
Kids were still out.
Grass mended into the dour moon.
Costumes were glued shut.
Each yard felt like cinderblocks.
My eyes glossed over and became silicate.
Each pumpkin tripped over was another smashed.
The wrappers flew down the storm drain.
The yolk dripped into the garden’s leaves.
The rose drooped.
Harvest has ended.
Surrounded by my brothers
And yet I am alone
We grew together, weather storms
And cuddled amongst parched leaves
We are strewn across the fields
And forgotten till our day of glory
A sense of knowing
But no word crawls out our lips
Of the impending doom
Our beautiful ending
It is a painful thorn
And after our disastrous use
We are baked into a mockery of shame
Coming from a single seed
We are born together
yet die apart in unison
Surrounded by my brothers
At least until our end
Trees like dark coal wimpering white ghostly
bare dull lifeless Life's cruel wicked costly
Chattered teeth hearing the sound's
He shifted so close desirable
( tasty mound's)
The stranger Billy dont B fool joker
Dark-love complicated Damn it Choke her
Deep-house music strangled rope seated,
Did someone touch a nerve dead-beat Harvest-hair
Trembling through your Rocking Chair
It's still rocking and speaking
Elevated you deadly crumb's of a row
Blood was dripping
Someone's eyes pop-out fixated
Dark brain felt poluted foggy white chalked
You were being watched EYE'S stalked
Rows and Rows Cosmic dark Gothic
Webs caught in webs black tears
Being followed drawn in face hallowed
Loud drips from the sink discolored
Wrinkled Hand's Slime Sticky
4 your long neck Nasty trick-y
Rocky-Road Ice, Emerald city eye's melt
into his poppy,
He's no lover of mine cheaply.
All my potions turn pink
Like my tongue
After too much candy.
I can't bring myself to prick my finger,
Let the blood bubble in the mix.
I can't handle newt's anything.
I can't even balance on my broomstick.
I am a bad witch.
People are afraid of me,
But's that's mostly my lipstick shade.
My pale skin
And sharp teeth
I speak in tongues
And girls wink at me!
My hexes are beestings
I am beat.
Nothing helps rejection
Like a little hair of the dog.
Maybe cat whiskers, too.
Or apple cider,
If you can't handle
A proper witch's brew.
Spiders shy away from me,
Bats blow on by.
Cats don't cuddle up to me,
My broom can't help me fly.
And then I see her.
Hair like cobwebs,
Nails like fangs,
Candy red lipstick,
A sugar rush in my veins.
She put a spell on me.
She repressed a grin,
Barely bared her teeth,
Squinted her eyes,
Put her mouth near my cheek...
She whispered to me,
"Your hat is floppy,
Your elixirs- what rot!
Your call is sloppy
I like it a lot."
She gave me a kiss,
Turned me into a witch,
In supernatural bliss...
Now this is real magic.
In a world where horrors lurk on every corner
When terror's found on every news report
When violence is celebrated at the movies
And death is seen by elders as a sport
It's no surprise that Halloween is hip
That costumes and liquor are our daily bread
And that the "scariest" 'guise people can think up
Is a sexy, whorish version of the dead.
Tonight is the night, be it All Hallows' Eve
One filled with fright most refuse to believe,
For deep amongst the shadows, silently lurking,
'Tis a terrifying creature, his jagged teeth smirking.
Thou hast all heard of demons, and hast battled thine ghouls
Whilst this terrible beast watcheth with hunger and drools.
It's spittle, like acid, can burn through thine flesh
Making thee so much easier to digest.
No name shalt be found for a creature so foul
That gobbles up goblins, and ogres disembowels.
Dost thou think that thine lanterns shall frighten it hence?
Oh foolish man, it shall consume the light thence.
It standeth hunched over, twelve feet in height;
Stalking thou, watching thou, waiting for night.
It cometh from deep within the forest, as the moon wanes
His fur smelleth of death, his claws favouring pain.
He shan't be stopped ere his hunt is over
Yet he only hunts the thirty-first of October
Take ye heed, then, and hear the warning of the raven
For this beast is coming, and from him there is but one haven.
He preyeth upon the weakest, and the one full of fear
So stand fast, take courage and in another likeness appear
Put on a mask, as treacherous as can be
Conceal what layeth within, do not let him see
Or else you shall be taken, beaten and devoured
For this beast prefers to torture just to see thee cower.
So please, take heed to this warning and believe;
Thou art only safe if thee wearest a mask on All Hallows' Eve.
I’ll trek through the woods and find a wolf pack
I’ve got a simple strategy for a quick attack
I’ll kill their Alpha and feed them deer
I’ll become the new Alpha and I’ll rule through fear
I’ll lead my pack with my bow and arrow
We’ll eat the moose’s liver and suck the bones’ marrow
We’ll hunt together by the cold moonlight
I’ll plot the course of the season by the stars of the night
We'll eat the flesh of those who dare come near
In the dark frigid dawn of the early New Year
I’ll hunt down stragglers and set their bodies burning
It’s survival of the fittest in this wicked world’s turning
My dogs will howl at the moon by the edge of the cliff
They’ll be the rhythm section while I play my riff
Don’t come near us, don’t try to follow
Steer clear of my pack, or you’ll have no tomorrow
flesh eating succubus’s
praying on the deceased
begging for treats
gnashing at sinners with
daggers for teeth
gnawing at bones,
praying on the vulnerable;
the weak -
skin left dismantled;
thirsty blood suckers
with a meat feast to eat
the fog is thickening,
air is sickeningly sweet
crimson eyes splintering
at the sound of a heart beat
“and that’s why,” she explains,
voice solemn and neat
“you don’t go alone
to forest retreats.”
hope everyone did have a good halloween and stayed safe!