To Ghouls on Hallow’s Eve
Posted by Allan in Verse -- Fear on December 5, 2003 2:25 pm
I never could explain the luster
Of existence nor the envy
Of the dead for beating hearts again.
So live…what then?
On this day, the mortal realm
Resounds with laughter from fantasy
In emulation of you ghouls
Or simply in guiles of fools.
Tonight, we are the dead –
We are imaginary afterlife,
Undead or fancied from demented thought –
Those beings we are not.
Specters, for the truth of all tradition,
And fulfillment of your longing,
I invite each burdened countenance to dine –
To wear the cold mask that is mine.