Reblog : All Hallows’ Eve

Well, as promised when I originally posted this poem, here it is reblogged in honour of today. I will admit to not being a big fan of Halloween, but that’s not to say I don’t understand what kids see in it. I hope you like (re)reading this piece, and happy Halloween to all who celebrate it.

In collusion with these spirits,
Dark deeds are thought and done,
While wicked dreams a-plenty,
Will take free reign and run.
Amongst the whispering branches,
The wolves will chase the moon,
And in the ears of children,
The devil plays his tune.
Stars will turn in pity,
And screams will fill the air,
As horrors from the blackness,
Stand strong with evil glare.
The chill from open caskets,
The stench of rotting bones,
Will once again be welcome,
In victims hearths and homes.
For in the grip of Autumn,
When Summer’s warmth has died,
The twisted and the tortured,
Will own the world outside.
And those who be most foolish,
Caught abroad when day is done,
Would best be on their metal,
Be ready with a run.
This night is seen in glory,
To the wicked and the wild,
And terror is the watchword,
Among the the meek and mild.
So be not calm and trusting,
And do not be naive,
Unless you learn the horror true,
Of this All Hallow’s Eve.

In The Shadows

After thinking / saying that I’m not really a Halloween kind of person, this idea came to me this morning, and so I built on it. And here it is. I will also be re-blogging a Halloween themed one later, as I said I would. So two for the price of one on this All Hallows’ Eve.

You’ll see them oft’ this time of year
‘neath the bridges in the park,
Or in the gaps ‘tween houses set
Lying in the dark.

A breeze you feel when walking by
A shudder down your spine,
But be aware, don’t stray too close
Where glinting eye doth shine.

For though they pass dragging days
Away from prying eyes,
At Halloween they come to play
And shrug off their disguise.

Where shadows leak like flowing oil
And light cannot hold sway,
They wander thickly like a swarm
While waiting for their prey.

Those quiet roads you walk alone
With silence all around,
A favourite place for such as these
A treasured hunting ground.

That cupboard dark you dare not go
When finding something lost,
They’re in the corners, under shelves
Waiting to accost.

So be aware this Hallows’ Eve
And watch the moving dark,
For in the shadows deep and old
They’ll freeze your fearful heart.

Born To Hang

Another throwaway one for you all. The first two lines came to me on my walk home from work this evening and the rest came from there. Hope you like it, throwaway or not.

Born to hang
Or a legend be
The man with the glint
Of a thousand fires
In eyes that hold hard cruelty.

Born to hang
Or a saint to be
The man with a grin
Like a shark on the prowl
Patrolling the depths of the sea.

Born to hang
Or a lover to be
The man with a word
That can turn heart to stone
And cause men of power to flee.

Born to hang
Or a hero to be
The man with a voice
That oozes like oil
Filled with lies and dull misery.

Born to hang
From a dead rotten tree
A saint nor a hero
No legend to live
Nor saving redemption for me.