Why does death
shroud itself when it comes to call?
We know it’s face, it’s eyes, its grinning mouth.
When death creeps silent around the unmarked graves
the old graves
the empty graves
the freshly grown graves
Why does the fog follow it
like a loyal beast at it’s master’s heel?
Do you wonder about that fog
could it be my dying breath, or yours?
I do wonder as I wait
by the old graves
the empty graves
and the freshly dug graves too.
JNW’S HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE: FOG
Photo A.M. Moscoso
JNW’S Halloween Challenge: Decorations
Let’s Deck The Halloween Halls With Devil’s Fingers
and maybe a bone or two
how about
a served head
a Witch on a broom
a Zombie eating a brain
or a putrid gooey ghoul
I’ll string up some hearts
fresh out of their cages
I’ll raid a coffin or two
so follow me and try not to scream
I’d hate to make decoration
out
of
you.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
JNW’S Halloween Challenge: Forest/Plant
Darkness
grows
it falls
Darkness lives
and dies
each day
chocking the life
out of the light
in
us
all
Just like Morning Glories
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Something whispered to me
from the railroad tracks below
Four little numbers from a bygone year
have a story to tell
Come on down and join us
ignore the tracks the trains
ignore the hungry darkness
that feeds a the tunnel called
1904
I think I’m caught in a web
soft and light and fine
I’m not sure how much longer
I can keep myself
from making that story
mine.
Photo: A.M. Moscoso
JNW’S HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE: SPIDER/WEB