All Hallows Eve
As the last light hangs its head in shame
consuming darkness slithers o’er the plain.
From within the black echoes screams of men
whose demise repeats again … and again.
Only howling winds bear witness to many men’s sins
while the blood-soaked earth conceals the horrors within.
The stench of death engorges the surrounding air
as the Reaper homes in on the soul’s last prayer.
From their chains the Hounds of Hell are released
as they hunt for the source of their next demonic feast.
For on this night they call All Hallows Eve
true evil conforms to what the mind conceives
Copyright © Gregg Marcucci | Year Posted 2021
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