Dancing with the Devil
Halloween is a time to scream.
Into the darkness you fall,
wondering if you’ll come out at all.
Demons haunt your dreams
and reality has become mean.
Spinning in circles until your dead
from the inside of your head.
The screams of tomorrow haunt the silence
forever ago there were no giants.
Now they loom over your dead body
Filling you with woe and a chance to show,
the inner demon you have been hiding.
Wanting to dance like a savage about,
get up and feel the blood curdling your doubt.
You mix reality with your death,
and soon you are meant for the devil’s breath.
You falter from heaven and enter the gate
to hell you’ve gone, and now its too late.
The imp inside you splashes blood about
smiling a grin that will turn you cold no doubt.
Now you find that stake of yours,
and shove it into a man’s arms.
He screams and cries,
yet you don’t open your eyes.
The devil has your heart
as your dreaming…in the dark.
This was a little Halloween poem of falling to the darkness. Hope you liked it, but remember, you can always find the light again!
A. Willow
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