The October Incident

The October Incident Tombstones floated on a green marsh haze Wolf moon pulled a blanket of gray along Howling creatures mourned, reached their ends A fog, a drape of death, over open crypt and stubbled earth Down to the shadow grave Oblivion hidden behind every black leafless tree Ready to suck and snuff out life From any being drawing near In October things aren't always pleasant On the eerie winds grip, swinging in, in fear A shallow ditch shoveled out by a dark creepy figure Panting frantic out of breath Covered in mistakes, and dirt, and curses from birth The wicked man cast his last shadow at the covered moon Sweat glimmered, dripped off his bulbous nose As he threw his victim in the shallow grave There were no prayers, only a cold corpse, consumed Doomed, covered over by waves of green marsh haze