31
Oct
07

All Hallow’s Eve, a poem

I don’t normally do reposts, but I thought it might be fun to toss this one up again for the holiday in question.   Happy Halloween, everyone.

The sun is setting, the sky is red,
and each grave mutely marks the dead.
Dead leaves on the dead grass lie.
Through the wind, you’ll hear a cry,
“As you are now, we were before.
We once lived, who live no more.”

The moon arises, smeared with clouds,
The dead arise, wrapped in shrouds.
Above each grave, where each was laid
A ghost hovers, a baleful shade.
To us the living, they do implore:
“We once lived, who live no more.”

All Hallow’s Eve, the dead arise.
From mouths long dead come voiceless cries.
Beneath the moon they walk the land.
Forever cursed, forever damned.
They hover just outside your door,
They who lived, but live no more.

What they lost in life they seek
With baleful eye and bloodless cheek.
Tormented souls, of hope denied,
Mutely haunting where they died.
They haunt the night, cold and hoar,
They who lived, and live no more.

No requiem aeternam given,
Never saved and never shriven.
They walk the night and haunt our dreams,
Crying out with voiceless screams.
Hope and peace they all forswore
They who lived, and live no more.

The dead will wait another year
To walk the earth and wander near.
Returning to their earthen graves
These tortured and despairing slaves
With dying cries their fate abhor
“We once lived, who live no more.”

–Stephen P. Smith

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4 Responses to “All Hallow’s Eve, a poem”


  1. 1 Spaz
    October 31, 2007 at 11:35 am

    I was going to look it up but seems you’re ahead of me.
    Still like this one very much.
    Still waiting for a read out version with spooky music.

    Hope all is well.

    S.

    I’m glad you enjoyed it. Maybe we can get Michael to do the narration. He has a nice speaking voice. 😉

  2. 2 Spaz
    October 31, 2007 at 11:41 am

    PS. Crazy how time flies, I remember this being on of the first poem’s of yours I read….. seems like only a few months away.

  3. 3 Sam
    November 1, 2007 at 6:38 pm

    I haven’t seen this piece, so it was new to me. Thanks for sharing it.

    So glad you enjoyed it. I had fun writing this one.

  4. November 2, 2007 at 7:28 am

    I loved this,and the atmosphere it paints.Almost wish we went along with Halloween more here.
    Diru

    Thank you for stopping by. I’m glad you liked it.


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