Full moon arisen,
Twelve almost a ringing,
A dark black sin,
The dead are a singing!
As twelve rings forth,
The dead start to arise,
On this Black Sabbath,
You are in for a surprise!
Clawing at the ground,
The dead shriek out,
What an unholy sound,
Finally free and about!
Unholy Samhain,
Flesh rendering monsters,
Feasting on the mortals pain,
On this night of evil harbingers!
Marching through blackened streets,
Children all dressed up,
They are in for a few treats,
Before they are turned into pulp!
The dead, move in clanking lines,
Tearing, asunder the flesh,
Past all the stop signs,
Look, there is blood on your dress!
Seeking out all living,
No being safe in doors,
All the while, the dead are sinning,
Rendering flesh, with their claws!
Fangs dripping blood,
The night passes with fear,
Like a malevolent flood,
The dead like it here!
Unholy Samhain,
Saturnine, malevolent, deliberate beasts,
Slaughtering all, driving others insane,
All incarnate are welcome to their feasts!
No living outside,
With the dead roaming free,
The living are killed in their stride,
As they all try to flee!
An awful howling rises,
All must return underground,
There are no more surprises,
But next year's coming around!
Unholy Samhain,
Gone for another year,
They have left their bloody stain,
A reminder they take all that is dear!
BINABASA MO ANG
Silence
PoetryCollection of poems on various topics. Death, murder, stalking, obsession, war, peace, love, woman, life, depression, etc.
