Halloween poem
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Beyond the meadow, pumpkins lay
Amidst the birch and bales of hay
Basking in the moonlit glow,
Crows perch high on scarecrowRabbits flitter 'cross the field
Stalks of corn embrace their yield
A light fall breeze passes over the forlorn field,
Carrying with in an air of lonesomeness, a desire
To restore life into what has been sealed
Up for all eternity
I’ll not be surprised if I died
See there, the old haunted house?
For some reason we went inside
I worry we’ll never come out
See there, the old haunted house?
The door is old and creaky
I am a skeleton
Bare bones and air
An unlively specimen
With no reason to care.
My soul has long left me
Just here all alone
Under a tree I am buried
My grave is my home.
Jack O’ Lantern spooking its yellow-tinted beams of augmented light at me
Augmented reality, an alteration, no, an altercation of what is deemed to be real
By the people that my conscious mind detects and me…
the seasons change before the eyes of all the tempo drops suddenly its fall. the wind grows cold yet the trees stay stern the leaves will change as if they burn.
Life by itself is rather boring,
Life by itself is rather gray,
I long for some small perfection,
To lead the dullness astray.
The screen calls my name,
It helps me get through the day,
There once was a mother
Who lost her lover
And all she had was a child
Despite her care
And the life she shared
The mother slowly grew wild
As the child screamed
The mother schemed
As I lay me down to sleep
I prat the lord my soul to keep
Though the angles watch me through the night
I doubt I'll make the morning light.
As I lay in my cabin in the deep dark wood
