October 31st arrives at last,
Waiting is over, so I can proceed,
To create a garish new mask,
That will fright to the core indeed,
So “Stain” and “LiftFace” walk,
Screams are born by the people,
As my simulated dark stalk,
May turn the strong into the feeble,
I am also congratulated,
From those that also revel,
In All Hallows Eve congregated,
Their smile gives me the gold medal,
Although I talk of composition,
There’s another side to this,
Thus, I think of decomposition,
Of those I so very much miss,
Honour your family, no more,
Even if your life is hurried,
As you will become so sore,
If you forget those who are buried,
Truly let the living and dead,
Come together and rejoice,
Times where you laughed and bled,
And made proud your collective voice,
If you want to escape cynicism,
Might I make a suggestion,
Don a mask full of mysticism,
And give the dead your attention,
I drink a toast to my good friend Sam,
Who I very much cherish every year,
Reminding me to remember my plan,
To not live in ignorance or in fear.
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: With Samhain and Remembrance, which have recently gone by, I felt it apt to write a poem in celebration and dedication to these most important times of year. Although there is the joyous element of the "simulated ghoul" on All Hallows Eve, we must never forget that a tribute to those who are no longer with us needs to be performed. We have, all of us, busy schedules but please, if a loved one has passed away either in War or due to another reason, pay them a visit via your considered thought. Hope you enjoy. P.S. "Stain" and "LiftFace" are characters of mine, of which I have made costumes for, (they scared quite a lot of people, haha!) Again, I hope you enjoy.
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