Post by Artemis on Oct 7, 2009 10:22:19 GMT -5
The birth of All Souls
Tomorrow would be All Souls day
So this night only she would savour;
The night children should be scared at play
She could smell their fear, but taste sweet flavour!
Dark as liquorice was the sky,
The street aglow with candles glowing.
In her mind oh! How she would fly
Amongst the celestial spangles' knowing.
There were those who failed to still believe
But she was proof, they were wrong!
No need of paint or pointed sleeves
For those whose faith was truly strong.
So to autumnal woods with skeletal trees
She took her weird and wonderful book;
The moon observed as she fell to her knees
by a tree stump alter near a babbling brook.
~
She uttered words known only to her
Rituals mumbled by fellow crowd,
Only once in October this event occurred,
The chanting constant was becoming loud.
Dry leaves began to spin and coil
Soft rain fell down to soak the earth.
The scent of sage and dampened soil
Brought long dead spirits to see the birth
Of all souls day where they came to rest
Where evil souls sank down below.
The sacred circle had done their best
to watch goodness over evil grow.
She waved farewell until next year
Smelled burned out vegetables at every door.
They would never see her and never hear
She was just a myth, she lived no more.
Tomorrow would be All Souls day
So this night only she would savour;
The night children should be scared at play
She could smell their fear, but taste sweet flavour!
Dark as liquorice was the sky,
The street aglow with candles glowing.
In her mind oh! How she would fly
Amongst the celestial spangles' knowing.
There were those who failed to still believe
But she was proof, they were wrong!
No need of paint or pointed sleeves
For those whose faith was truly strong.
So to autumnal woods with skeletal trees
She took her weird and wonderful book;
The moon observed as she fell to her knees
by a tree stump alter near a babbling brook.
~
She uttered words known only to her
Rituals mumbled by fellow crowd,
Only once in October this event occurred,
The chanting constant was becoming loud.
Dry leaves began to spin and coil
Soft rain fell down to soak the earth.
The scent of sage and dampened soil
Brought long dead spirits to see the birth
Of all souls day where they came to rest
Where evil souls sank down below.
The sacred circle had done their best
to watch goodness over evil grow.
She waved farewell until next year
Smelled burned out vegetables at every door.
They would never see her and never hear
She was just a myth, she lived no more.
