In the stillness of this night,
All Hallow's Eve,
when the souls of the dead
and the living souls who grieve
await the signal sound, now, hear it come
across the silent fields and through the dark
- the distant toll of a bell long rusted dumb
as though from the church's tower, long since gone.
And, close by, now another sound, - oh hark!
like grinding of Titanic teeth, the groan
and grate of heavy stone on stone
- the hollow sound
of tombslabs shifting in the burial ground
and, from the mist - Ah, see them slowly rise!
as frail as mist with moonlight-mirrored eyes
to move like drifting mist upon the air
away, each on its path of grief to where
their longing griever lies, awaiting there,
who knows true grief has power to unite
the grieved and griever
on All Hallow's Night
Author notes
Tradition has it that on Halloween the spirits of the dead are able to wander abroad and visit the berieved.
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Delightful
Great writing
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What great rhythm this carries from line to line in a moving, mournful dirge. The tenor of the word choice complements the rhythm... the narrative is hauntingly beautiful and there is nothing cacophonic or awkward in the phrasing. A wonderful work of words.
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Nice piece!
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Superb.
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Excellent stuff, great writing for my Wedding Anniversary
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..I love Halloween ..thax for the such a sweet write!
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