Welcome to this Special Halloween post. I’m crazy busy today as I’m visiting saintvi for the annual Halloween candy handout followed by the traditional Chili supper with delicious brownies for dessert while we watch one of the best movies for the season – Young Frankenstein. I will be coming home late and probably won’t be able to respond to comments until tomorrow. Have fun!
Chill winds, dead leaves as they dress up pretend
Children running they scamper door to door
Without a thought of how their lives will end
Making merry laughter the dead abhor
The veil is thinning between us and them
Sweet treats, full moon will call the dead to rise
Every child who mocks them hears death’s grim hymn
Played out in pantomime before their eyes
Evaporating souls like steam or fog
Fill the sky and seep past masks into mouth
Into throat becomes the croak of bullfrog
Hoarse they cry and turn to flee to the south
Into the chasm humanity falls
Compass points are pointless when the grave calls
This is for Ingrid’s Halloween Sonnet festival. Please go visit her blog to enjoy some other interesting and spooky Halloween sonnets!