Covered with a blanket of ruinating leaves,
The frigid cement of a suburb street
Has been briefed with silent evidence
Of a grinning crimson imp.


Tonight, you and I must gravewalk.
Tonight, every forest is filled with laughter.
Every city is flooded with fear
Spilling from the psyche of the innocent.
Every alley is deluged with a haunted inscrutability
Awaiting mortal discovery,
(Glorious innovation!)
Tonight, the stars in the sky
Shine to raise the dead.


A ghoul, by oneself atop the roof of a spacious house,
Sits in a deep stillness, watching,
As haints disperse from impervious mist.
Guided by a zephyr of sinister desire,
It is they, the ghastly spirits, whose whispers
Intoxicate the midnight,
Distorting contaminated reality into intrinsic dementia.


The horror withheld in secluded ruralism,
Has grown contagious
Wherever obscurity may temporarily reign.
One is only required to be a fragment of the living,
To gain infection in the twilight.


Alone in the apple orchard
A goblin dances and shrieks,
Splitting the frigid Autumn air,
Enchanting the dreams of the tired
With languid, dreary terror,
(Never to be forgotten.)


Abandoned patches of faceless pumpkins
Are showered in a fading orange luminescence,
Being shone by October's initial vestige,
The weak and weary wan moon.
(A twinkle in the Devil's eye.)


Tonight,
Your loneliness will not persist,
(Tonight, you're not alone.)
The veil is at it's thinnest
And there's no other place like home.
The past has emerged into the present,
What lies ahead is what's gone forever,
Dead eyes are gazing deep inside you-
Tonight is Halloween.




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