Hallow's Week

Fullmoon rising over old gravestones
naked silhouettes of branches dance
Marbled crypt amidst a graveyard stand
dark eerie shadows on the crypt's walls prance.

Wrought iron gates of spears hinged ajar
marble lintels cast an orange glow
Drums beating to screams and chanting moans
from a stoned stairway to a Hell below.

Torched phallic columns rising up high
rotunda's midst burn Hell's flaming fires
A cauldron waits on its licking flames
stone gargoyles stare down with evil desires.

Rabid bats' blood to reach frenzied heights
to strengthen loins, a wolf's timely flow
A seasoned sow's wet for deepened ache
from bloody altar into cauldron go.

Stirring witches in robes writhe and chant
laces of black show from slits in robes
Riding high up, around, and between;
Ruby lips smiling from sensual probes.

Warlocks smiling with watering mouths
excitement exudes, in full they wait
For visions of dreams from wanton souls;
they will cast a spell, every dream they'll sate.

When the chants are done, the time is nigh
in your stead they'll drink the evil brew
Before Hallow's week comes to an end
each and every wanton dream will come true.

While eyes sleep after sin's pleasures sate
before morn your souls to Hell they'll take
Your parched lips will cry from its depths
unanswered will go the wails you make.

With idle hands come times of folly
you'll look down and not up with your eyes
from below come lusts and temptations
one day it may just bring you, your demise...