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| I wrote this for the Halloween Poem competition but it was too long so I had to take a verse out and make it into two poems. But here it is in full... |
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The sky was black on Samhain Night, devoid of moon and star
He waited for her by the lake until the darkest hour
The moon came out and bathed the scene in glowing silver light
And as he looked into the trees he saw her pale, so white
She walked to him so silently, no sound her tread did make
She walked the earth so silently for fear that Death would wake
And here the veils were running thin
So thin between the worlds
She could grasp his hand in hers
Beneath the spins and twirls
Of Death’s cloak dancing in the winds
And drowning out the screams
The ever-wounding grief of nights
That broke one thousand dreams
The lake was cold and still they bathed, for time was small and fair
They’d loved this lake in times before, there swam without a care
The moon replaced a blazing sun as death replaced true life
As she would fade inside his arms, his soulmate, his dear wife
She kissed his lips, his cold blue lips and wiped his tears away
She held him in her arms until the dawning of the day
When the sun had blessed the sky
And the sky gave up the moon
His wife had faded wordlessly
Had left him all too soon
All hallows night deserted him
For Death had found His Prey
And led His people back with him
Along Night’s ghostly way
He stumbled back into his home, through the forest’s grasping trees
And scratched and bruised with broken soul he fell upon his knees
He called her name, and begged her come, he could not bear to wait
Another year to hold her close, its sweetness came too late
Why wait in the seclusion, and steeped in hate and fear?
The townsfolk shunned him harshly, none would let him near
His house so full of witchcraft
His heart so full of grief
He clutched her broom, willow ash
Her herbals and her leaves
The poems that she had written
He knew them every one
Her love of ancient goddesses
Her spells of moon and sun
His nights were filled with torment, the nightmares ruled his mind
The sight of her against the stake for days could make him blind
Her screams of agonising death, the demon flames that killed
Invoked by those thought holy, for them her blood was spilled
She travelled to his bedside, her face a twisted mess
She called for him to follow her, a burning sick caress
So haunted by her angry ghost
And crying out alone
He lived his life in fear of night
In fear of hair and bone
Left charred upon his pillowcase
For him to see next morn
So he would know it scarce a dream
And to revenge be sworn
Ten years he met her Samhain Night, her old self as before
And every other night she came, burnt and screaming sore
It tortured him and drove him mad, until one fateful night
He took a dagger through the town, and massacred ‘til light
And with his final breath he flung himself upon the fire
There to burn to ash and find his love, his one desire
So every Samhain Night they meet
And bathe long in the lake
And burn inside the flames of grief
And lonely poison take
The ghosts of all the villagers
Go hunting on that night
And death it rules the world of men
‘Till the dawning of the light
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