A look at todays Halloween. - 31 October 2005 *slight edit 26th October 2013*




All Hallows Eve.

Iron nails,
Sinking through and
Breeding rust.
A sky hails,
Bombing the ground;
Calling on rain.
A train de-rails -
And the screaming stops.

No more the sound
Of the warn away lives
Rotting under the solid-
Electric rails.

Corroding flesh between
The lines of an enemy
And the train that decks
On top.

An unnamed feeling
That hasn’t crushed but
Doesn’t exist anymore and
So it’s dead.

Soothed to the bone,
Friction down to
A splinter in their mind;
An ache.

Yet death is a kid’s joy today,
A misunderstanding, some say.
At Halloween these children dress,
They don’t know of any stress;
They know none of a pain,
So at Halloween the dead are at vein.
A grave stone lying on the ground,
The truth of Halloween is bound.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-10-31 at 18:04

Tags Dark  Truth  Halloween 

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Inked.
Wow. I wish I had something coherent to say...

This is amazing. Wowowwowowow.

WOW.
2005-11-02


Black Knight
The gloomy poem and consequently it is pleasant to me. Well done. Thanks.
2005-11-01


Teala
Very well written--Very dark...
2005-10-31


AmonTheDark
Yet death is a kid's joy today,
A misunderstanding, some say,
At Halloween these children dress,
They don't know the worst; Bless.
Babies know none of a pain,
So at Halloween the dead are at vein,
A grave stone lying on the ground,
The truth of Halloween is bound.

if children knew what death really was
maybe then they would be less ready
for that wich comes so natural for them today.playing gmaes of death then blowing a candle out with out blinking
an eye from remorse. what i say might be harsh but if they leanred what death was at a younger age they would be less ready
to end a life there self when they got older. awosme poem that is how saw the last part of this poem hope i wasnt to far
off from what you meant
2005-10-31