by Ray O’Bannon

The children laugh and frolic
dancing brightly on the edge
never noticing the dark things
that wait to devour them

The parents smile
and close their doors
safe in the glow
of electricity
and how might I warn them
of what approaches?

These bleak chill winds
that freeze my spirit
what gate might hold them back?
what wall might stand before them
when the anguished bells
of Midnight toll?

All Hallows Eve
when the veil is thinnest
and we might glimpse
such horrors unimaginable

I hear it now
the frantic scraping
shards of our reality
glistening in the moonlight
as they fall

If I should turn away
from this empty darkness
that settles now
over all that is,
would it not still
devour this world?