A belated offering of Hallows Night

Eve of Hallows

Darkness shrouds the surroundings
Where I dwell
As I walk back home
Alone.

The chill breeze
Howls as it makes
It's way past
The leafless trees

I hear giant bat wings
Fluttering in the darkness
I fear not, for I say
My prayers at night
I am adorned
With a silver cross.

In my possession
I carry a bottle
Of water blessed
I see the Evil eyes
Hidden
Staring from within
The woods.

The moving clouds
Made way for the Rays
Of the silvery full moon
To shine my path.

At a distance I hear
The wild howling
Of the beast
That also says its prayers
At night.

He will protect me
From the evil lurking about
And in my waist band
I possess
A .357 caliber
With bullets laced
In silver nitrate
To protect myself
From the beast
That howls.


By: William Bonilla
D'Artagnan
11/29/2015