This Deviant Day

A poem about Halloween

The sun will rise, like any other day. Except this time she’ll scream the entire way. Humans will wake, like they always do. But this time, corpses and demons will too.

And time will still pass, hour by hour, As these monsters they roam, and ruthlessly scour. Hunting for souls, untainted, still fresh. To scar their minds and feast on their flesh.

A sky once blue, now a thick velvet grey, Nothing can bloom on this ghastly dark day. A blood moon peers down, this burnt haze of red, And the oceans reflect the shrieks of the dead.

It’s the scariest day and the spookiest night, At the end of this tunnel there’s only terror – no light. So tiptoe to bed and let those frightmares in. Sweet screams my love. Now Halloween can begin.