All Is Not As It Seems

                                       Swinging doors and starting of time,
                                       time scoffers believe left behind.
                                       The Sublime will limit the climb
                                       of minds then entwined with the blind.

                                       Halloween is one such a door
                                       allowing the dead to haunt life,
                                       a door through which evil can pour
                                       carrying more than a sharp knife.

                                       There will be wonders at his hand,
                                       his and that of the other man.
                                       The one with purpose leaves his brand,
                                       the one for which the clock began.

                                       The in between will stop for good,
                                       the parenthesis closing tight
                                       on those that choose and stood
                                       with evil on its darkest night.

                                       Hearts filled with hate won’t hesitate
                                       to embrace the wonders they see
                                       performed by he, passed through hell’s gate
                                       on the way to holy decree.

                                       The dead will breathe air as they rise
                                       and live in fire with the beast
                                       or join with the clouds from the skies
                                       as Halloween becomes deceased.