Cracks appear over a vermillion egg
Intense heat radiates from its deep fissures
With a high chirp the creature is born
Among the heated gravel, ember and thorn
The beast quickly takes wing with a blaze of glory
Raining upon humanity her incandescent fury
Setting ablaze all that man has foolishly created
One life inadequate to keep her anger sated.
The aviatrix ruffles her aged crimson feathers
To this mortal world she has no meaningful tether
We have failed her in this lifetime, once again repulsed
In a burst of iridescent flames she is engulfed
Brilliant fire surrounds her scarlet frame
As she crumbles into ash, wings aflame
From the cinder she will once more be reborn
To continue this cycle of fanatical scorn.
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Exposed
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Adorn the mask, hide your flesh,
This is the night, put on your dress.
Long flowing gowns of colors unlimited,
Dabbed with uncanny smears of scarlet.
A day to live as the monstrosities in the world,
Time to be one of the ghouls, terrors unfurled.
Roam about door after door, demanding candied sweets,
Maybe to appease the monster under the sheets.
Not the fabric that makes one horrifying and forlorn,
But the monster hidden underneath the layers of flesh and bone.
Halloween is a night different from the rest,
For we accept our roles as creatures, infest.
While the rest of the year we are truly human,
Masks of false pretense, veiling what is truly inhuman.
The Other I
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Personalities collide, hidden for far too long
Dark and Light have merged where neither belongs
Dull shades of grey are cast on the exterior
Hollows of the past protected by a barrier
Shield made of hopes and dreams long forgotten
Fortified by my ego and need for seclusion
A powerful force sufficient to push away
The souls most cherished are kept at bay
Loneliness marks the need for an alter ego
As hard as I try this entity I shall not forego
Wrapped its arms around my very core
Teeth clenched, trying to roar
Heart longs for a joyful age long past
Its colors untainted by this grim contrast
Wisdom and principle once a part of my life
Both overruled by society’s blunt knife
Despair masked by falsified happiness
A once gentle soul now turned ravenous
To quell this dual personality I will find a cure
But until then I must simply endure
Northern Nevermore 