The Acolytes of Samhain

by D. L. Myers

A shrieking, croaking horde, they wheel above the tree—


Their ebon wings unfurled upon the tattered clouds;


An orange Moon reflected in their liquid eyes


Like embers sprayed across the twilight sky.

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A night-black coven perched amongst the tree's bare limbs,


They glare down glowing eyes aflame with spectral light;


Their heads asway to black devotions, chants and spells


Arising from the misty earth below.

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Cowled figures kneel within a blood-red fairy ring—


A crimson mushroom proffered on each pallid palm—


Oblations rendered to the dusky wings above


That drink their profane words with avid lust.

                                 
                                 
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Dread Samhain’s feast has called them all into this night.


Where naked witches scream across the star-strewn sky


And half-mad beasts, that once were men, abase their souls


Before things from the black, eternal void.



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