The Last Caress

An unearthly hour of three it was The fiendish darkness sat sprawled  A glorious haven for macabre, crawled  Awaited another departure's ingress Into its gaping, gory, grisly stillness Street lamps dutifully glowed bright Waging a war with the fiend outright 'Twas nothing but a nocturnal torch Looking for ways to blackness forge Yet unmindful of the pallid repose Yellow light gleamed in the passageway Of a nursing home that had life underway Bloodless, frail Blythe pushed out a being Her very own form in flesh, wailing Into a world, where she lay on her way out The infant sucked on an ebbing breast As its mother sank into her swan song rest Cast one earnest look at her newborn's face As she rose up to the Holy Spirit's embrace A life petered out, as a new  one set about Blythe, the free spirit mingled with the Infinite Aileen, a new light, stayed to sublimate Her source extinguished, her nurture quashed A new life lay amidst  futurity's holocaust Whose wails pierced  through the hoarfrost At the hospice, splotches of blood were a persistent visitation And unusual tales were heard of a  phantasmagoric apparition On that wild, wintry night, in the ward, at the demoniac hour A shadow, a stray bone, an eerie moan and a wilted flower Arrived from nowhere, as a face peeped through frosty panes It was a  delirious, drafty night of  last Halloween Nurse Emily held a bawling Aileen in a gentle careen Whose angelic gaze shortly transfixed to the ceiling Her delicate mouth moving, as if she were feeding An aerial form seemed to possess the ward Lowering Aileen into her crib, Emily felt a shudder Albeit, the tiny life had slipped into a sweet slumber The virtuous nurse passed into Grim Reaper's chamber An inclement wind outside sounded a funereal moan As it blew across panes, fields and many a gravestone Death had just crossed borders with life.

Halloween

Betwixt and between fall and winter
Comes along a celebration of superstition
Riding astride plenty and paucity, life and death
Lies a world blurred by the living and the dead
Ghosts tour the earth as winter ushers dread

When  phantoms and vampires flock the earth
The vigil of the Samhain glows all night
Its embers in each household fires light
Days get shorter and nights stretch longer
All Hallows Eve is now Halloween

A night piqued in horror and monstrosity
Spooks, ghosts and walking skeletons
Witches, wizards, bats, cats and spiders
Blood, fire, gravestones and bones
Symbols of death sound eerie moans

Summon the warmth of fun and frolic
To chase the frightening and grotesque.
Masquerade parties and costumed kids
Fill the night with all their mirth
When All Hallows Eve meets All Saints Day.

Treats flock the nefarious
Ought not they trick the virtuous
Vampire Balls and Zombie Raves
Perform in great ghost costumes
At graveyard sites in Grim Reaper's robe

Li'l angels guised as monsters
Knock on your doors
Where hang spooky wreaths
'Trick or treat' they cry
Delight 'em with bun, candy or apple pie

Hollowed out pumpkins lit by candles hang
Bags of candy at doors, stand
The cold wind blows a mischief night
As "Funeral March" plays the note
At a 'Dead Like Me Party' or a 'Werewolf Ball'

Hours of gaiety and blithe
Ensues drones ousting revelry
As the freeze deadens the dark night
Time to stub the wrong and wrathful
And celebrate the new coming season

October thirty first is for
The dead of Celts, the goddess of Romans
And the saints of Christianity
Today, a time to share and get together
Time for reflection and celebration

To the dead and the living
As you get locked in the spell of the night
And fill your senses with awe and delight
Think of what you'd shockingly mutter
Were you to knock on Psychopath's door

"Have a creepy, eerie, bewitching Halloween!"