On that night, we had a silent halloween
There were no knocks on any door
Or gourds clumsily chiseled aside walkways
On that darkest night, fear was our lord
We refused to set foot outside
Like in the old tales of Samhain
When on that night, the veil thinned
And we would adorn masks of old spirits
But now every day is Halloween
And we don't even get candy
YOU ARE READING
Thirteenth Hour
PoetryA bunch of dark poems because I need to get some thoughts out of my head
