HALLOWEEN IN COLDHEART CANYON

                                                Burial-

                                                   Cold Heart Canyon-

                                                       the spot.

                                       All Hallows Eve-

                                            unearthed-

                                    no longer left to rot.

            The bodies, once still, are clawing their way up to the frosty air.

                           The flesh of the tortured, by a man named Glen-

                                   some whole and others bones of bare.

                                   Last off the rack-

                                          leader of the pack-

                                                   a woman once Karen-

                                                        now bringer of the Black.

                                  The wind hits her throat-

                           but, she stays warm in her maggot coat.

                                         The victims – 13-

                             making their way to the den of death.

                             Halls once ringing with their screams-

                               now housing his frozen breath.

                                 Buried with time-

                                   forever in crust-

                                     gashes to gashes-

                                          dust to dust.

                        As twilight sips the juices of fright-

                          there are tricks and treats to others delight.

                            The coming of dawn brings vengeance infest-

                               as now these dead are laid to rest.

 * A Halloween Poem by Manitou & Filthy Regan

(with the artwork of Clive Barker)

written and posted at the original Deadbydawn blog page on 10/31/11