A Tribute to the Darkness

In the dead of night, It Follows

The Fog closing in, exacerbating your wallows

Halloween lingers in the air

Trick ‘r Treat and a bit of gory flare

Candy Corn and Ginger Snaps stuffed under your bed

You’re sure there’s a Scream or two stuck in your head

It’s all festive and sweet, but it’s no Child’s Play

“You’re Next,” it whispers as you lay

The Others might be hiding in your shed

After all, it’s the Night of the Living Dead

© Shyla Fairfax-Owen


Happy Viewing to anyone out there taking the 31 in 31 Horror Movie challenge! Hope you get in some of the classics. Stay Strange.

Last Year’s Halloween Poem, All Hallow’s Eve

 

 

Utopia, Now

No boundaries,

No safe words,

No sorrys or goodbyes.

No distance that can’t be breached,

No gasps that can’t be heard.

No thirst unquenched.

No crevice unexplored.

No wish unheard.

No desire unseen.

No overthinking the underthoughts.

No untying of the precious knots.

No words.

No you and me nor I and you.

 

No falsities or fallacies.

No speciousness or disguise.

No left.

No right.

No tomorrow,

No yesterday,

No last time.

No next time.

Just now.

© Shyla Fairfax-Owen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The End

It was unexpectedly beautiful, the end of the world.

The fires, blazing west to east. The waters flooding north to south. The earths opening up, devouring our very being. The winds scooping up whatever was left.

I watched it all in awe, and not once did I consider stopping it. There’s nothing quite like the rush of devastation. My only loss was its completion.