Bay of the Wolve

By: Felix Perry

Children know, without doubt, where darkest evil lurks

They stroll with it between the headstones on bravery’s dares

Shivering they hold their ground hearing a far-off werewolve howl

False youth bravado alone to protect from insanity’s glares

The fog, like a shroud, turns vague shadows into demon form

Leaves fell to earth, like souls returning to an unmarked grave

Denuded limb-like skeletal branches grasp at clothes and hair

“Our Father who art in heaven…please, please our souls do save”

Masked faces on the streets, which ones hide the true demon’s

Stay with your friends, your mother would gravely advise

Strange things sometimes happen on all Hallowed Eve when alone

A bonfire burns at old man Billiard’s, imagined smell of Hell’s brimstone

Night of a full moon, most kids now locked safe behind closed doors

Tired, yawning they sleep but nightmares are the order of the day

 In the hills a lone wolf bays at the moon over his prey before he feasts

Open grave in the cemetery a morbid reminder…

 that someone with their soul must pay…