All gather’d here in dusty nave;
the graveyard still, so now we brave
the presence of the king of fright,
who comes to dance in silver light.
Jack o' Lantern; all Hallow's Knave.
As evil seeps in darkened wave,
we gather here, our souls to save.
As we, the dead, renounce his blight.
All gather’d here…
And so our ghosts lift from the grave;
our open tombs a stygian cave.
For now it is that time of night
we dance macabre, wail and fight.
We battle darkness’ autumn slave.
All gather’d here.
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Love's Bitter Flow
PoetryA collection of verse, including a poem which is also a Drabble (100 words) with Mythic Greek influence, and followed by humour, horror and fantasy in varying doses as my entry for the 2012 Atty Awards
