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('tis the Season to Be Dreary) by Joe DiMino While in the hollow Of a Hallows Eve Deep in the hollow Standing before my grave; In which soon to be set-- Gnawed to the bones Sucked dry Of marrow-- The casket then lowered As my spirit bows To a ravaged form-- Prior the final curtain Comes to each of us This morbid ritual I quake, at the thoughts None of them Less maddening Alone, facing The beastly-dread; Of that youthful creature Once again, enlivened, Heavily breathing Beneath my bed More chilling For its age I am reminded: Fear comes in countless Shapes and sizes Fearing that I Have not yet Met them all; Appeasing this demons Trick, I, the blood, To be drained-dry Treat Heavens doors all locked And barred; Lights-out, Repulsed by the Seasons Horrid-night of passage; To ghouls comfort denied Our God unforgiving, Not till the morning Reopen For a New mercy..... Leave a comment