Dread Allurement (In Sept Format)

DREAD ALLUREMENT

Gone
Summer
Samhain’s come
The Dark Season
Breathes a chill
Fire
Burns

Burns
And yet
Has no warmth
I’m shivering
What’s that sound?
A door
Creaks

Creaks
Again
T’is the sidhe*
The Otherworld
Shadowy
Beckons
Me

Me
Oh my
May I dare?
Go find her there
My heart’s love
Passed on
Gone

Poetry challenge #3: Samhain

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*pron. shee.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 28, 2015, in Sept and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Spooky one , have a trillingen

    Spooky one, and fit to the occasion, have a great Samhain !

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  1. Pingback: Poetry challenge #3 :the entries | Jane Dougherty Writes

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