October Considered
Step gently, my sweet,
Into the hallowed night,
And be not afraid
Of the mystery awaiting you.
See me as your escort,
Here to overshadow
Frightening things,
Great and small.
To the gates
We must journey.
Your presence delayed
Long enough.
Be aware
Of where your eyes land,
For this is no time
To be foolish.
Seek now
The gift of courage
As you enter this domain,
So fascinating.
Deities ponder
Your existence,
And would have you
For their own.
Go meekly into the night,
My friend,
But wield your sword
Of righteousness well.
I’ll stand beside you,
Watching all along,
Counting every piece of candy
You’d dare consume.
Copyright © Pamela Davison | Year Posted 2005
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