Posted by fearless6.05 on November 2, 2009, 2:46 am, in reply to "Octoween"
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Not your poem,but mizzie night,or halloween as others call it,mizzie night,all the kids throw shit at you,then the next night trick or treat night the same kids throwing shit,come round knock at your door and ask for for sweets !
,when i was a kid(which some folks might call now )
,there was mizzie night then duck apple night,that was it an apple if lucky a sixpence in the apple,the other day i saw a lad about 18-20 in a American super hero outfit ?,Ironic
.fearless
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: Lost, in the middle of a changing season,
: writing, by the orange of, Jack-o-lantern
: light.
: The candles dances from behind it's dark
: mask,
: a face now withered, sublime in it's fright.
: A crispness and a dying
: October's noble theme.
: A wary eye espying
: the coming Winter's gleam.
: Touch of frost, all is lost
: Fall's fateful falling esteem.
: The hands of time, know no rhyme
: as silent as a pumpkin's scream.
:
: One last ghastly gasp, of a month now
: expired.
: HALLOWEEN, the cold coins on October's dead
: eyes.
: The torchlit horizon, burns a cold fire.
: The living dead ascend, to live out their
: demise.
: All along the land this night
: the dead rise and take their leave
: Maggots fall from gaping maws
: snakes writhe in every sleeve
: Ghosts and goblins, witches too
: on this night of make believe
: Cast aside their ancient bonds
: Free, on this All Hallows Eve.
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: boo
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