Poet Tellaferro Poet Free verse

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!

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Poet Tellaferro September 4, 2021 at 6:57 PM This is the III in the Halloween series, well there may be more, I do love the season and hell at my door. But, this one is not the warmth of the season but the demons that scream in that frosted night. Its open, the world between the worlds are thin. So read if you please. And know that hell is near in this season of the Witch!

Poet Tellaferro September 4, 2021 at 6:50 PM Welcome to my world, I am not a poet but an Artist. I will be dropping my thoughts here and there. Like bombs in the void of digital space. If you pick them up beware. In what I write there is no fuzzy cozy or fun, if there it is laced with razors and wire. Hard. In your face! Like death metal in words and space. Or industrial music drilling in your spine. Love me some NIN. I will talk about what I can. But, my poems are left open for your own experience to understand my words or NOT.