Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.
Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!
Today’s poem is all about All Souls Eve.
Rose red snow white
These are the colours of all souls night
Bones being grounded spells being bounded
These are the sounds of all souls night.
Spiders weaving, cauldrons sieving
This is what happens on all souls night
Graves giving up their dead Vampire out to be fed
This is what happens on all souls night.
Witches out dancing, Zombies a prancing
These are the dances for all souls night.
People out screaming nightmares replace dreaming.
These are the symptoms of all souls night.
So beware of rose red lips and snow white skin.
That is where the trouble will begin.
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