Oct. 31st

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However you look at it
Autumn’s ghost is
Passing with flying colors,
Pinning down Winter’s
Young to the mortal earth.

Harvested field lies naked
And fallow, welcoming its Sabbaths
Like the ancient Holy
Land, tainted with the blood
Of the exiles as they
Watched the land betray.
Eyes ever open, hands
Ever clutched, the pilgrims rode their
Nightmare into the dark heart of Babylon
.


--October 30, 2009--
© 2009 vagrant moon