On the eve
of all saints day
The shadows dance
among the flames
Dark as the coal
Hot as the fire
They worship the air
and all evil desires
Rest not easy
nor laugh in jest
You cannot ignore
though you try your best
Approaching tempest
rumbles near
The skies strike light
upon this fear
A raven calls
to the autumn moon
and ghostly specters
will be here soon
This is the moment
This is the scene
A perfect night
For Halloween
(October 31st, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
