“OCTOBER THIRTY”~by Martin Gedge

 

 

POEM “OCTOBER THIRTY” by martin gedge

Deep within your hidden fear
as shadows creep through black of air
settles in the stench of coldness
shivers to the bones despair
wrestled with your minds contempt
crazy thoughts of hell half bent
seeping through the cracking void
just enough to leave a dent
eerie as the eyes may stare
with signs of dead that will declare
for if you caution to the wind
the feeding hounds will get you there
these sickening souls that reap the night
on heathen grounds in skin so white
walk among the footed steps
by throwing groans and gripping tight
perking ears to howling pitch
for every wicked wretched witch
flies across the ghostly plain
to pick at every itchy stitch
on hallows eve you must confess
for ghouls will get you none the less
breathing in the air you take
just enough to feel your death
so rise the dead and paint the scene
to weather in your darkest dream
will come to spit on your parade
and no one else can hear you scream…

by martin gedge©