Masks (Of Hallowen)
Darkness uttermost
Howl gobblins, gooks, grinch and ghost
Dripping touch of night
Blood like curdled light
Candle tears, white serpents hiss
Shadowing the mist
Hell has broken free
Behind the masked jubilee
Of death's silent screams
Rats, pumpkins, dead dreams
In dried fairytales of leaves
Mark, our prank deceives
The shuddering knife
Not again, jack ripped his heart
With pale piper's fife.
Not heaven nor art
The cold merriment, a wheeze
Of dark wintry breeze.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010
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