Spirit Sublimation

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short Halloween poem I was able to squeeze out. It might not be my best work, but I wanted to try to do something simple (Hopefully it makes sense). Also, this is gonna go to a Halloween poetry contest, so that will be cool. Probably won't win, but at least I entered, haha. There will be more Holiday related pieces soon!

*Reached 100 Reads: 10/14/2016*

Submitted: October 07, 2015

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The air is crisp in the night,

Light the path so as not to fright.

The leaves fall to ground ever so slowly,

The wind is chilling and sounds ghostly.

All Hallows Eve is the only time,

When the dead are sublimed.

So close to the world of the living,

So many ghosts it looks like thanksgiving.

Going the graveyard now is so serene,

Still one of my favorite places, even at eightteen.

The ghosts sublime slowly from the ground below,

The air is cold like at an ice show.

The Jack-O-Lanterns come to life,

Bouncing around only to cause strife.

The dead are so close to the living tonight,

I don’t feel lonely, I think I’ll be alright.


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