Horror and Thriller Poetry posted October 28, 2024

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A Halloween Poem

Samhain's Children

by Videl Sky

On Samhain’s Eve, the spirits roam

The ones whom Earth was once their home,

Alive or dead - the lines are blurred,

On this hallowed night, souls are stirred.

Platters of treats act as a boon,

Bony hands gleam under the moon.

Bonfires glow like a beacon star

To guide them to Sheol, afar.

Preparing for the crucial step,

Ma drew a line across my neck.

It dripped and seeped muted maroon,

Life seeping out, a fatal wound.

She mussed my hair, shred up my clothes,

Sent me to play after my oaths.

I wandered around through the dark,

When faraway I saw a spark.

I found some children dressed like me,

Shapes unclear, a shrouded mys’try.

A little girl with hollowed cheeks,

And sunken eyes that cannot seek.

A boy whose smile won’t form quite right,

Whose chest bears wounds of some lost fight.

Another, pale as winter’s frost,

Blue bruises where his breath was lost.

A girl holds close a heavy babe,

Its swollen face half-formed, decayed.

Her skin stretched with a bulging cheek,

She leaned askance, her neck too weak.

They saw my wound and looked so sad -

But welcomed me in, took my hand.

They taught me plays I’d never seen,

We twirled around with tambourines.

Midnight waned, and we all grew slow,

Too bad we’d have to end the show.

As I went, they begged me to stay -

To join their ceaseless cabaret.

They reached for me with fading hands,

Wounds burning in my eyes like brands.

I realized we were not the same -

I was acting, but they’d been slain.

For on that night when realms entwine,

A costume’s thread can hold the line.

I ran to Ma, and held her tight—

For I had danced with Death that night.

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2024

Halloween traditions date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain, so I thought I'd write a poem about its origin!
(Sheol: The Hebrew word, often translated as "grave" or "the place of the dead" in modern translations.")
The photo is called, "The Pumpkin King" by RadoJavor.

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A Halloween Poem

Samhain's Children

by Videl Sky

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