Halloween Poem #9:
A Keening of Cause by Michael Romani Fallen into second sight's vision I find myself lost in indecision There inside that stinging fog Sawn in half like a totem's log It's too late for what will come To all and not just for some Eyes centered until as one Played out in tattoo on the drum Darkness is coming to us all Do you hear it and its call Darkness will form its own wall Before Lucifer shines before us all Our dark history is mired in the mud A trick of time and paid full in blood Pale skinned and adorned with raven hair A livid sense of danger in the night's air Some might say boldly it is as it is willed As goosebumps chill throughout the thrilled We sense our impending doom quite pleasantly For it's the gateway unto all of eternity A circumstance of ritual and unpleasant mystery Stripped harshly and scarred in our history Burned to death for the sake of legacy Lamentations sing our way to immortality (c) October 9, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 