The Day after Halloween.

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November the first and he had been left behind.

All witches, ghouls and ghost had returned home.

Gone, every imp and devil, he alone the only remaining of his kind.

Here amid the humans, what was he to do on his own?

He roamed the streets, haunted the parks, prowled the shopping centres.

He hung around the schools looking for like souls to play with.

He messed up children’s rooms, upset teenagers, no door he couldn’t enter.

He was so lonely and bored nothing on this earth, any joy could give him.

After a while when the demons roll was called, finally he was missed.

All hell was let loose, where was the boy, the haunted soul.

Who would comfort him, could a human sooth him like a vampire kiss. Satan doubted this.

Would angels find him and steal his evil and make him something whole. That could not be allowed.

So out the went the hoards of hell to search the world and search it well.

All this fuss for just one boy? Yes the devil loves his own.

The loss on Halloween was more than the Devil could bare,an empty space in hell.

Out the Furies went, they found him and took him home.

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Brittany Day 4

We woke early again to silence and dark.

We had decided the night before to visit the Chapel of Notre Dame du Deliverance. The Chapel was not far from us.

So another picnic was made Ruby walked and off we went.

We found the turn off to the Chapel at Monthault. The Chappelle Notre Dame De la Deliverance.

The first thing we noticed in the carpark was a stone table tennis table ! Yes in the middle of nowhere, among the picnic tables was a table tennis table made of stone.

It was so quiet there and beautiful, there was no one there only us and Ruby.

As I wandered through the trees I noticed crosses dotted around the area. On closer inspection we discovered that they were all stations of the cross.

We walked up to the chapel, it is a lovely building. Sadly though it was not only locked but from what I could see inside it was rather neglected too.

The statue on top of chapel, which has been rebuilt more than once , is a glorious tribute to the Virgin Mary,it was placed there when the chapel was rebuilt in 1877. The gold was applied to the statue in 1913.

Above is “The Monk’s Stone” I thought it was a Dolman but it was so huge. It is said a hermit lived there, well if he did there was no way in, or shelter to be found there.. it is said a monk did live on this strange site but he lived in a hut on on top of the stones!

Above are three photos of “The Granite Symposium” Fabulous modern features even so I could feel history from within them . The granite itself would be old even if the art and sculpture is new.

There were more stones there and I was so caught up in the feel of the place as was hubby that we failed to photograph them but I have put in links here to the website so you can see these amazing stones and read their history.

The Devil’s Stone

The Slippery or Scary Stone

The Stone of Sacrifice

The it was time for our picnic

Then more walking through time and space.

The Day After Halloween

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November  the  first and  he had  been left  behind

All witches, ghouls  and  ghost  had  returned home

Gone  every imp  and  devil, he  alone the  only  remaining of his kind.

Here amid  the  humans, what  was he  to  do  alone.

 

He roamed  the  streets, haunted  the parks, prowled  the  shopping centre

He hung around  the  schools  looking  for like  souls to play  with

He messed up children’s  rooms, upset teenagers, no door he couldn’t  enter.

He was  so lonely  and  bored  nothing on this  earth  any  joy  could give.

 

After  a  while  when  the  demons  roll was called, finally he  was  missed

All hell was let  loose  where was  the  boy,  the  haunted  soul

Who would comfort him, could  a human  sooth him like a vampire  kisssed

Would  angels  find him  and  steal his  evil and make him something whole.

 

So out  the  went  the hoards  of hell to search  the  world and search it  well

All  this  fuss  for just one  boy, because the  devil loves  his  own

The loss on Halloween was  more than he could bare,an  empty  space in  hell

Out  the Furies  went, they  found him and  took him  home.

 

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