{---Samhain---}

The chantings.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Within the fog shrouded moments Of tomorrows unknown day You wait for something Something strange.... To mute your path With these ghostlike things While as you walk Along their daunting dreams Of twisting smiles And ludicrous scenes.... Caricatures faces That they always seem Calling unto your spirit Enticingly.... As they try to draw you in Into the corners Of their darkened sin! Worn upon the vestige Of these hearts That can no longer hide Ghouls and goblins Of another, kind.... Wrapped in this flesh And pretty, unto the eyes Their quest is your soul Hidden, within the carnage Of their forlorn disguise.... These barers, of the false chalices Poisoned wine! Sentinels of the sepulchres That long for your life.... Howling at the moon Amid the midnight moors Transylvanias castles Awakened, from their lores These Jekylls and these Hydes From the shadows, born.... The jackals of the harvest .............Of............. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {---Samhain---}