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Old Halloween Poem
9 years ago
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[Estimating this one at a 2006 origin. It never had a title, I think I just called it "Halloween Poem."]
First comes the frost, crystals glistening,
A dust like knives that slices gardens dry.
Then comes the fog, tendrils unwinding,
Meandering, grey as timber wolves’ wool.
The dead slide easily from their hollow land,
To seek, to slither, to gather together,
But read! With each word a shade is free
To your home. Are you scared? I’m here, take my hand…
First comes the frost, crystals glistening,
A dust like knives that slices gardens dry.
Then comes the fog, tendrils unwinding,
Meandering, grey as timber wolves’ wool.
The dead slide easily from their hollow land,
To seek, to slither, to gather together,
But read! With each word a shade is free
To your home. Are you scared? I’m here, take my hand…
Thank you for reading, I value your opinion.