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!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
Offline) - Published: October 28th, 2025 11:02
- Comment from author about the poem: Despite still not being 100 %, I thought I would write a little something pertinent to the season. This little "gothic" poem does not mention any typical creature associated with Halloween, but of course, tells the horror story of a true beast that still calls itself "the custodian of the planet", us! Like the symbolic candles in the banner picture, I hope that we can truly reclaim a base, strong and wholesome light, to override such a prolonged, orchestrated, grotesque celebration of over-complication, division and dissatisfaction. I hope to share more seasonal and more positive words with you, I hope that enjoy the poem, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
- Category: Gothic
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Comments2
Most every stanza a reference to the fright domain. Nicely done
Thanks for the read and for your very kind praise sorrenbarrett, it is very much appreciated.
I hope that all is well.
You are most welcome
Fine words Ben about this time in our world.
Andy
Thanks for the read and for your very kind words Andy, they are much appreciated, and it is a very sad time indeed.
I hope that all is well.
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