Halloween
In the golden red light of autumn afternoons
The wind rustles fallen leaves across lawn and street
In fields of cornstalks, dead leaves whisper in the wind
As the sun sinks beyond concrete canyons
Along hidden country fence rows,
Black cats gather in their covens
To dance and sing to their ancient goddess
Around a secret, guttering firelight
Along shaded, tree covered roads
Spirits float with aimless ease
As the barrier between our worlds
Thins to nothingness and disappears
Along darkened streets and alleyways
Under fire escape and air conditioner
Demons from the deep craw up
From sewer and sub basement
In the gathering gloom, fiend and friend
will walk our paths, our roads and our streets
Searching, searching, always searching
Driven, as are we all, by lusts of the flesh
In the darkness we will sit and wait
For them to find us in the rustling dark
Drawn to us like bats to blood
Like the undead to the living
Under porch light and street light
They will summon us from our musings
And await the satiation of their desires
Demanding the cornucopia that is their due
We must feed them or suffer they say
And feed them we must, I say
For on this night of all nights – Halloween
We must embrace the dark, and appease its servants
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