• The Belove’d Night
    The clouds blackened eyes, encroach the blackened skies,
    With no reason and no rhyme, chilling horror rushed your spine,

    Dazzling eyes, amber and blue to black,
    You know your fiction, but be it may fact?

    Bouncy curls peek over a bubbling brim of a brew,
    Thanks to the talent of the witches, askew.

    Bitter cold air nips unkindly at your face,
    The poor wandering souls leave no evidence, leave no trace.

    Off the darkened walls echo a bloodcurdling scream,
    With a swollen throat and tear~stung eyes, praying it be a dream.

    With a creak, a door cracked, became visible a deadly hand,
    With fear, doubt, and no surprise, emerges the Boogeyman    .

    Don’t touch the mirror; don’t even speak, if you’re in fear of pain,
    And for those foolish daring ones, you best not say her name…

    Nails scraping as you’re dragged away, all for their sanguinary rations,
    Because, in truth, “Evil never goes out of fashion”…

    And now, when everything’s said and done, with the very things that make people insane,

    I hope that means you’ll be first in line on the night of the following Samhain...