Heavy-laden the storm clouds loom
High above the chaos
Deeper and wider the chasm swells
Like billowing sails of the ships of old
A siren’s song drifts with envy upon the wind
As the hoards prepare to feast
The blood moon drips apparitions of fear
Infiltrating the deepest of shadows
Once every 5000 years the hunter is set free
Mayhem holds the key to destruction
There is nowhere to hide
As even the dark cowers
Legion pierces the silence
Kevin Parish 
Sounds like a horror movie in the making!
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Well, I will watch “monsters,” but not psycho movies… ha
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I need to write something that was Holloweenish!
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Halloweenish…
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That *is* dark, especially for you!
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Oh, I’ve written much darker, deeper, stranger poems… hahaha… Such an incongruency to my writing now.
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Perhaps it’s the Halloween chills!
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Ha… Stranger things have happened!
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