Hello, ghouls, boys and in between, and welcome to the poetry jam. Yes, that is correct, today I will be sharing with you a bit of poetry. First off, I have to show you this:
Shivers. I’m always a fan of a good supernatural terror and admiration of female power. Also, have this, because I feel like it’s important.
Hallowe’en by A. F. Murray
(First appeared in Harper’s Weekly)
A gypsy flame is on the hearth,
Sign of this carnival of mirth.
Through the dun fields and from the glade
Flash merry folk in masquerade
It is the witching Hallowe’en.
Pale tapers glimmer in the sky,
The dead and dying leaves go by;
Dimly across the faded green
Strange shadows, stranger shades, are seen
It is the mystic Hallowe’en.
Soft gusts of love and memory
Beat at the heart reproachfully;
The lights that burn for those who die
Were flickering low, let them flare high
It is the haunting Hallowe’en.
And of course, Rule of Three and all, so one more for the road:
Falling 4 a ghost
There is a shadow,
A presence that shines
Candle smoke that lingers
Well past midnight,
A love by most forgotten
That will never die.
~ A. A. Roman
Well, that’s all for now, but keep an eye out because I’m currently watching Agatha All Along and I fully intend to rant about it. The only question is whether or not I’m going to wait for the season finale on October 30th. Goodbye for now!
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