Halloween Bliss
A Monotetra
Spirits arise into moonlight,
bats flit in blue twilight,
broomstick riders soar in flight,
upon this night, upon this night.
The tiny goblins, ghosts out there,
collecting candy without care,
hearts of gentility, they bare,
costumes they wear, costumes they wear.
Etheric ghosts will haunt the land,
zombie’s reach from dirt and sand,
a hoot owl, on a tree branch lands,
making demands, making demands.
Stories told of things that creep,
into nightmares, as we sleep,
oozing monstrosities from the deep,
souls to be reaped, souls to be reaped.
From stygian depths and slime arise,
slithering specters in disguise,
creatures oblivious to our cries,
a devils spies, a devils spies.
Among these dark imaginings,
more pleasant beings can be seen,
the light outshines the darkness’s sheen,
on Halloween, on Halloween.
For fear is just conditioning,
we’re taught to fear what is unseen,
things we face within our dreams,
such peace will bring, such peace will bring.
Yet we relive each year without a miss,
the fears down in our unconsciousness,
adrenaline rushes bring such bliss,
dark reminisced, dark reminisced.
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