Darkest Of Feathers An angel with wings of the darkest of feathers
stretching the heavens, disturbing the light.
A smothering vision, so beathless and haunting,
inhailing the breeze on this frightful ol' night.
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Just after the rain it was smelling quite musty,
quite earthy and bold in the strangest of way.
Children in costumes, parading for candy,
attacking the eve' with the sounds of their play.
Waiting for reasons to knock for the sweetness
Exciting enchantment that comes with this tale.
Passing the scarecows in swirls of black sawdust.
Holding the offerings in a dented old pail.
Old men in wagons moaned songs of the demons
to witches with hair made from barb-pointed wire.
Dragons and fairies with pink and green glitter
and a priest in the wraps of some hellish desire.
A wizard appeared in a mist at my doorway
in point to the heavens and trapped by a rhyme.
Trapped by his words as thay seem to go nowhere
while looking for stars that he just couldn't find.
Whispers from bushes spin webbings of stories
revealing the endings with each passerby.
Eyes behind windows that watch from all corners
awaiting the hour of Halloween night.
Eerie the night when all souls are in seeking,
allowing the haunts to awaken and dream.
Tricking and treating by ghosts in their season
The arrival of angels with the darkest of wings.
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN !!!!
Jeri |
