Shadows grow long in the afternoon eve.
Furies sing songs as they cry, and they weep.
A still ray blooms brilliantly in the sanctum so deep.
Dark dwelling dreams lumber and furl.
Rats with wings fly as they scurry
Night filled screams trail without sound.
A howl in the hills rises from hounds.
Chittering and chattering continue in its wake.
Thundering footsteps echoed across the moors,
Haunting many a mind about their ghostly source.
Fog rose, dew fell—moisture in the breeze—
Seemed the breath of Death as it gleamed from the moon.
Trick or Treat, 'til the witching hours
I will see you soon.
-Sam Hain
Submitted: October 16, 2020
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Very good poem. This is my favorite holiday
Sat, October 17th, 2020 12:16am
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Thanks, 88 fingers.
Fri, October 16th, 2020 6:05pm
A very atmospheric piece of poetry, with just the right amount of chill factor.
Sat, October 17th, 2020 5:49pm
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Thanks, Hully.
Sat, October 17th, 2020 10:52am
Creepy, eerie, mystical and horrific
You captured all the ingredients and emotions of this holiday and you did it with vivid imagery that jumped off the screen...
Loved AKT !!
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Robert Helliger
A spooky, well written poem for Halloween.
Sat, October 17th, 2020 12:14amAuthor
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Thanks, Robert.
Fri, October 16th, 2020 5:54pm