Werebetween
UNDERLIE
In the cemetary
Rest the weak and weary;
Quiet in their repose
We the living suppose.
Night after night deterred
When life is what's preferred.
Stuffed in a boxed holder
No room to turn over.
Life unconventional
Live institutional.
In crypt or grave shrouded
Conditions are crowded.
UNTIL
Comes the one night a year
The one that mortals fear.
It takes their lives beyond
Material respond.
Into the nether world
Where locks turn white and curled.
Then fright stretches each hair -
Welcome to your new lair.
HERE
If you survive training
Your life that's remaining
Will get to pick and choose
Who or what you'll infuse.
Be what you want to be
The style that sets you free.
A ghostly werebetween
Living for Halloween.
HELLO
Freddy, Edward, Chuckie, Dracula, ...
~ ~ R. I. P. ? ~ ~
Werebetween
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Digital beams
Encrypted means
Dimention's depth
By a hair's breadth.
Time passes on
Laid out - not gone
One of our own
OOPS!
He's not alone!
Copyright © Jane Renwick | Year Posted 2005
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