May Your Days Be Gory and Fright, a poem by Heidi MacCulloch at Spillwords.com

May Your Days Be Gory and Fright

May Your Days Be Gory and Fright

written by: Heidi MacCulloch

 

‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Every Ghost was stirring
Even frightening the mouse
‘Round the fire we sit
Crackling the flames lit
“Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine”
A cold Winter night
Every gory detail, I won’t fight
Shimmering presents under the tree’s lights
“Grandma tell us the story of the Christmas Ghosts!”
Each Christmas Eve
The dead emerge through the veil
Thinned so our Worlds can meet
Reminding us of death and grief
Close your eyes
To be terrorized
Blood sprays, guts pouring
Tears falling like snow
Icicle through your heart
Left you frozen and torn
They play with emotions
Touching your soul with deep darkness
You can close your eyes
But they live there
In corners and shadows dancing
Among your fears
Don’t worry yourself my dears
They want attention
As an extension
Of the life they once had
Only now living under a realm
Of dark, grey clouds
They wander and fright
To some, out of sight
I see them, I believe them
Wanting a chance
For that final dance
To feel light in their energy
As you see, death is an eternity
But only if the living cannot see
Hush now
It’s almost time for them
To descend the chimney

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