Halloween Iii
BLACK AS WINTER'S COMING FIRE
ETERNAL THERMOFROST
OCTOBER'S INFINITE INFERNO
THE EVE OF THE HALLOW SON
COMETH AT MIDNIGHT
JACK O’ LANTERN SCREAMS
CHAOS WILL COVER YOU
DARKENING YOUR SOUL
BLANKET YOUR EYES
STEEL YOUR WILL TO RUN
JUST ANOTHER NIGHT FOR FUN
SOLSTICE OF TWISTED SACRAMENT.
BLACK MOONS TURN
CRIMSON AS THICK DRIED BLOOD.
HARVEST OF THE DAMNED IS AT HAND.
OCTOBER'S COMING FROST
BURNING COLD
SHARP AS ICICLES CUTTING
AFTER THE WAR IS SILENT
OF AN INFERNAL HOST
DEMONS BOAST
OF GRAND PLAN'S TO CARVE HOLES IN
PLAINS OF HUMANITY REIGN
SOMETHING COMETH TO FEED
ON THE SUFFERING OF A SOUL'S TEAR
AND MORTAL FEARS
THAT FALL ONTO SEAS OF HUMANITY.
OCTOBER ENDING IN ICE
AS LANTERN'S GLEAM IN TO NIGHTS OF
WANING MOONS
AND WINTER'S DEAD
FALL LIKE BURNING LEAVES
ONTO THE EDGE OF AN AUTUMN HOLOCAUST!
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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