The Night of All Hallows
The night of all hallows is hallowed indeed
There's romance and danger down in the weeds
The deadmen are dancing with lost lady loves
And the monsters are singing like lone mourning doves
I’ve never seen freedom like those devils achieved
As they spun through the darkness and whistled on reeds
The music was haunting and the shadows were deep
But there was something calming that put me to sleep
There’s terror in waking to strangers and ghouls
Less so when they’re laughing and joking like fools
Strange is the sunrise after such a soiree
But an end must come to even such a timeless display
T’will be a year until this night comes again
All these creatures will slink away until then
I wonder what occupies their hearts and their minds
Before their bare restrained wildness once more unwinds
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The Ashen Vampire
They say that color’s disappearing from the world
Slowly being leached by modern tastes
There was nothing modern about the theft of my hues
Stolen by a beast as old as shadow
They are little more than that now
Ghostly in more than the tint of their skin
I have not seen them in a millennia but every concrete wall painted in gray over graffiti reminds me I will bever be free of the gift they forced upon me
I wander through places that everyday become more like what I despise most about myself
A long life becomes longer when every moment is monochrome
When I cannot admire the sunsets that free me
Even blood turns brown when exposed to the bitter air I no longer need but still force myself to breathe
I rinse the red quickly from my hands so I do not have to see it fade
But let it sit on my lips for a guilty moment
Allowing myself to remember what it was to feel warmth there
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