The great anchors are away
On this eerie Halloween day
Feel the dark frost closing in
The black hole of mortal sin
The steel curtains weaken
Into blinding white beacons
A crossing road of sad souls
Expired lives young and old
A conjunction of worlds
Phantoms flags unfurled
Broken ballads of balance
An energetic allowance
The space defined between
Disappears on halloween
Spirits stir and dead decay
Simple souls are led astray
In fear the masses cower
Up the superficial tower
Of olden ritual and illusion
To carry out demonic fusion
An effort to pay communion
To a yearly night of union
The conjunction of creation
And all that's lost to imagination
Put on guard your softened heart
Against the dreaded demon march
Start the meeting unforseen
On this day of Halloween
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A Peek Behind The Veil
PoetryA collection of poetry that takes a deeper look at life experiences.
