Auto-Ghoul or 300,007 Years Bad Luck (Written at Samhain/Halloween 2025)

Dim the way,

keep it dark,

play old soundtrack

screaming park,

let proud growls,

write the book,

blood in moonlight’s

quite a look

for chaste is poor,

devil’s rich,

see more smiles,

in the pitch -

lo’ beacons; gone,

thus, no sight,

all, so pure;

must make a fight,

stir the means,

that make a man,

no god is mentioned

in this plan

for mirror’s smashed,

decline; neglect,

as true beast,

does not reflect!