" The Children of Halloween "

    THE CHILDREN OF HALLOWEEN

                                                 S hadows are their web-draped lairs,
                                                 P aling with morn's kiss,
                                                 O nyxed dreams their thoroughfares,
                                                 O ur screaming minds their bliss.
                                                 K nowing that we are in sleep
                                                 S urrendered to their haunts,

                                                 A ware that while in slumber's keep
                                                 N one escape their taunts.
                                                 D ark they are and dark they bring,

                                                 G aunt, their countenance;
                                                 H orror is the song they sing...
                                                 O ctober's recompense.
                                                 S talking our humanity,
                                                 T here to rut and feed,
                                                 S kewering our sanity

                                                 A nd watching psyches bleed.
                                                 N etherworldly wombs do yawn;
                                                 D emons by them birthed;

                                                 D efiled, the ground they walk upon...
                                                 E vil swells their girth.
                                                 V illified, unholy spawn!
                                                 I  cy-fingered beasts!
                                                 L ance deep their hearts, thou Champion, dawn...
                                                 S wift be your sweet release!