#hallows
It was a
DARK and STORMY
night of
ALL HALLOWS EVE,
Where the spooks
roam the night,
and have you quivering
in your knees,
Such Cold chill in the air,
Is a creatures
delight,
To run up on you and
****** you,
is your biggest fright.
They do it with force
and they do it with ease,
To seek what they want
and to chase who
they please.
As you Shriek in fear,
The creature is near,
You try to run and hide,
TOO LATE,
COS, IT'S HERE!!!!
Your Teeth start to
chattering,
and your knees are shaking
hearing WHISPERS in
the DARK and you are
suddenly awakened
You look around,
for the frighted sounds,
But there's no one around,
SO YOU START TO WIND DOWN.
THIS HALLOWS NIGHT HAS
GONE TO YOUR HEAD, BUT
YOU'RE SAFE IN YOUR HOUSE,
SO YOU GO RIGHT TO BED.
The COLD and the STILLNESS
of a STORMY NIGHT
Brings chills
down your spine
and gives you such a FRIGHT,
of a fate of your PLIGHT.
The WHISPERS in the DARK
of MYSTERIES ARE UNSEEN,
The hunt is on
So:
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!
B.R.
Date: 10/6/2024
Oct 6, 2024
Oct 6, 2024 at 8:46 PM UTC
Shiver
Patter
Pitter
Ombre colored
Gout
Pressed flush to bone
Hellions march
Witch tip
To cat tail
Rift n eager
Expectations above meager
Grammarly says this texts sounds dissatisfying
Ouch
So upon couch I settle
Lights ground to the pestal
Twill flicker no more
So no knocks at the door
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
Open your door and turn on your lights. It's time to give candy on this magical night.
Carve your pumpkin with a happy grin, then light the wick so it shines bright within.
Voices whisper out in the street, you should go up to the house and say trick or treat.
So you grab a bowl of candy delights to give to the children of the night.
As you dropped a handful into their sacks they all scream with wonderful delight.
This is why we all love Halloween night.
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
You take your throne as winter comes,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Secrets rest as the Dead rise up,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
We the Lost who few can see,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
We hear your call of winter winds,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
A fire lit that once was cold,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
On winter winds you find your own,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The year grows nigh as time does stop,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The time has come for cold Misrule,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The Gates of Life and Gates of Death,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Flutter open to part the Veil,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Speak to me, oh cold Cold One,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Whom once rode forth all teeth and eyes,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Your time has come, the dice are cast,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Coils of ice and coils of snow,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The Serpent form among the trees,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The moving sway of Serpent hips,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The Ice Queen sits as Hallow's Eve,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Finds its way to All Hallow's,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The Regent sits high in the North,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And know her time has come again,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Hail to you Keeper of the Lost,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Hail to you who brings the tears,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The pale Blue Flame of Winter's Night,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
We know your face and Serpent's Tongue,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The cold Black Altar in the Hall of Stone,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The Cutter there before the Black Gates,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Her Black Knife raised to cut the threads,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And Death's wings spread beside the Gates,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
To guide the Living and the Dead,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
For now the Veil is open wide,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The Gates are open and swing both ways,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The Mighty Dead we praise tonight,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The Blessed Dead we call your names,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The pulsing call of Bloodline blood,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The pulsing call of Loreline blood,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The pulsing call of Fateline blood,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Blood does call, it calls to Blood,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Bones do wake and speak once more,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Memory sleeps in sleeping Bones,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And Blood awakens the sleeping Bones,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And quickens now what once was dead,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
On altar top and in the Halls,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
We call you now to come to us,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
To breathe again the breath we breathe,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And speak this night and speak again,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And as the Darkness now recedes,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The Darkling Twin awaits the Bright,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Misrule reigns and all is Öð,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Öð and odd, and Wyrd and weird,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And may the Hunt now pass us by,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Or may we ride the frightful ride,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
By Winter's Night and crossroad light,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And ghost roads stretch into the night,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And troll roads strange and faerie roads,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
That lead out there between the worlds,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Guide our way with lantern bright,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
We are the Lost, you children tonight,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Toss your dice for us just right,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And may the year we now head to,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Find the dreams the Dreamer dreamed,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
This year manifest this next.
~Hail, oh, Builder of Storms, a Hallow poem by Bethany "Lorekeeper" Davis, November 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
it's strange. Stranger than stranger,
a feeling of the coldest of ice shrouding your
body and the most intense warmth enveloping
it and you don't really know how
to react
because
this is it
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
Life is a holiday for the Unliving.
Perhaps it is
as some have said:
Life is the pre-party for the Afterlife
(assuming such a thing even exists)
Though,
I suppose,
we oughtta live this life well, and now,
just in case
this really is
the only one.
If
ye find thy Shadow,
constantly embrace
the dark creativity,
not just once a year
when it's "okay."
Be not ashamed of thy Darkness.
Shame, fear, and guilt beget repression,
repression then begets pressurization,
and pressurization is akin
to explosion.
So.
Learn to appreciate it.
Learn to control it.
Learn to use it.
The Darkness is not bad,
t'is just like everything else:
t'is but what is made of it.
The Darkness is powerful
but only because we feed it
and don't allow it to breathe.
Live it. Express it.
It appreciates the respect.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC