All Hallows Eve, poetry by Deborah Joan Jones at Spillwords.com

All Hallows Eve

All Hallows Eve

written by: Deborah Joan Jones

 

Haunting, dare I say it?
Quivering vampires out to slay it
Even little children play it
Waking sleeping spirits all around
Reality nowhere to be found.
Haunting, the ghouls that still remain
Faces painted, clothes blood-stained
Strangers shrug in cool disdain
While we massacre, torturous play
And we dance upon the fresh-dug graves.
Trick or treat, disguised, this ruse
Poison, strangle, maim, abuse
Or just plain candy, no excuse
Wrapped neatly, this innocuous game
A ritual, rite none can explain.
Death becomes a mockery
Decoration shockery
Survive or perish, lottery
Striking fear into the bravest heart
A night that laughs with murderous art.
Lighthearted insults at the dead
As macabre minds are heartily fed
Another year left blood-soaked red
We played with evil All Hallows night
Now back to our boring, old, safe life.
Did you survive?
Till next time…

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