Hallow's Eve: The Samhain Souls Cometh Forth

Ghoulish demonic

vacant masks

drawn to a burgeoning blaze

macabre silhouettes

illuminated...

flaming tongues gyrate

a dancing bloody glory

nourished with crude bones

devoid of blood and flesh.

Slaughtered

picked clean.

A mass of pallid ossein

smoulder

white-hot

a fetid inferno of decay

Morbid vapour snakes...

infestation

penetrates

a lunar abyss.

A vacuous void

commands the shrouded.

Advancing demonic blackness descends

seeping through the earth...

piercing cries of heinous pitch

engulf the rancid air.

They are here.

Monstrous beasts transverse

to covet

to plunder

the mortal being.

Scorched ambers rain...

Sanguine flames soar...

deathly creatures hunt

scavenge and devour...

The hideous wraith of the Spirit world

floods and flees

The Samhain souls

Cometh Forth...

And full bellied

They leave.

Hi Boys and girls thought I'd give you a little scary poem for Halloween. There is nothing like demonic ghouls seeking out human souls to send a shiver down your spine. Stay away from those bonfires ye all.

Samhain Note:

In the good old days bonfires were lit and candles ignited carried home from the celebratery flame to safe guard houses and families as the fine line between the dead and the living thins and all become one. Demons are among the searching souls and their wraith is vibrant and deadly: a living being is what they claim.

Demonic disguises are worn by all on hallows eve: to hide among the monsters. While the slaughtered carcasses of animals burn and fetid flames roar to the sky, the people in their guise celebrate their harvest. The demons snake among them ready for a kill.