One night on all hallows eve, seven
deadly sins arrived, singing to those
in torment on which they did so
thrive.
Feasting on ripe and radiant skin,
releasing their idle inner turmoil
on those whose scruples were dead
and swallowed by oblivion, framed
by toffee apples and chocolate highs,
rampant and wrapped in bleeding
cries.
Those walking along pumpkin
pathways on fermented candy legs
of sugar filled footsteps, (led the way)
smudged with sherbet fingerprints;
the eyes of all ablaze with an eerie
glint.
Shrouding frantic hearts from
athwart her hollow body of
seeping cherry seams, her
limply lying figure waning
upon twilight lands, the
hourglass of fate upturned
and framed by her scarlet
hands.
Her pearly teeth trailing ruby
red, imitating a gruesome smile,
her pale lifeless eyes hopelessly
staring empty of lascivious guile,
losing their manic gleam.
The facade of her sharp
and shapely nails, lightly
clawing pink pillows of
marshmallows, sprinkling
crumbs from her
dainty chin to abdomen,
her once fine figure of pristine
delights, maturing into tales of
dark and baneful nights.
Alas softly laughing from the
side-lines swathed in darkness
was gluttony, smiling from ear
to ear as crowds gathered
horrified, and yet stood gazing
lustily.
Broken and Decrepit limbs
reminiscent of Jagged crockery,
left nothing but a painted doll,
poisoned by her favourite treats,
left alone in shiny clothes now
tainted and blood streaked.
And so the night began; seven
deadly sins hunting and haunting
their fellow man on all hallows eve,
in the darkness of wind and weave.