OCTOBER MOON continued......
Through the drizzle, they call me.
An iron gate soon appears.
Laughter, human voices. Fun.
As I step through the black gate, figures appear!
At last! I'm safe. In the company of friends!
They know me, for they all call me. Call out my name.
Groups of friends gather 'round.
Their features still not distinct, I feel a warm glow in my heart.
As I begin to retell my tale, some move in closer
to listen, to console me.
Then, it hits me. The smell of dead flesh!
This is no party! I've entered a graveyard.
Forms now become visible. Friends? No!
They're certainly not mine. They're walking dead!
Reversing my steps, I leave in a rush. Some chase after, beckoning me.
The fields are now damp with moisture. Sticking to me as I run.
The light from the moon has disappeared with the storm.
Black is the night. Thunder rolls in the distance.
What was beauty at dusk, now seems deadly, treacherous.
Blades shredding my chiffon as I run.
I did not know the direction I headed! Just putting distance between me
and the dead, I felt I could survive this.
Lightening flashes closeby. With the iridescent light, I saw a structure.
A house! Within, lights glowed golden through the night, perhaps
with it carrying friendship and guidance homeward.
Each step I take takes great effort. I am tired and want to rest.
I want to be home. Safe on such a haunting evening. Behind my own doors.
Perhaps these fine folk will be able to direct me home.
Flashes of lightening again show me the way. Yet, somehow the storm
quickly subsides. A calmness in the night. Lunar beams reappear.
Exhaustion nearly overcomes me as I step through what was once a
wooden gate. I step nearer. The house glows in the darkened night.
Pumpkin orange as the harvest moon.
I collapse when I reach the delapidated steps to the entry door.
As I fall onto the wooden slats, I realize the apparitions that seem to
float around the house....I look to the moon.
At the top cupola, a faint bluish glow flies through the night air.
I awaken in familiar surroundings. I vaguely remember the happenings, though still lingering. I step from my
bed, searching for clues. My ivory flesh upon my feet are not scarred, nor any evidence of cuts.
My dress made of chiffon, thrown over the chairback is clean and lacking any torn parts.
I search upon my image in the mirror, nothing. Was all this just a dream? Or, did it happen somehow?
Knocking on my door brought me around from my trance.
Mother comes in carrying my silken slippers!
"These were found down by the old graveyard this morning. Dagger, our ol' mut musta drug them off...." She says as she drapes them
over the victorian bedpost.
Last evening was All Hallow's Eve, with an orange October Moon....
OCTOBER MOON
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I've always wanted my name in lights!
Do not be alarmed when you skim over the mailbox and move your mouse off....!
...No harm will come to you.
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