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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.

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