As blood rises in the black
And the winds stand still as Death
Let us rise to the waking world
And dance our annual macabre
Rise, my fallen friends!
Spirits, ghouls, ghosts and horrors
Come and join our jubilee
Let mortal screams announce our year
My entry for a very special, quick turnaround poetry contest, which doubled nicely as a test to see if I could even stanza again. Turns out, not so much, but it was a lot of fun either way.
I hope you all enjoy