The End of October
On such a dreary and dismal night;
no moon in the sky to give them light.
The black cat and the raven, out for a stroll
through the neighborhood to take in the sight,
saw a bloodstained image that chilled to the soul.
In the distance was heard a piteous scream;
like a scream only heard in a hideous dream.
The cat to the raven, “What do you make of this;
are these sights and sounds really as they seem?
Are we walking through hell, or is something amiss?”
The raven did say, “My friend cat you’re not so versed;
neither is this a dream, nor are we cursed.
On the threshold of November, a conception is seen;
the date today is October thirty-first,
the eve of All Saints, known as Halloween.”
September 25, 2017
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2017
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