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Horror's Horror It began in the distant, superstitious past. When things decayed and wouldn�t last. The musty smells of autumn signaled the day, When the fertility of summer would go away. When long nights of cold, hunger and death, Would replace the plenty of summer�s path. Spirits were many and filled the earth. Appeasing them brought happiness and mirth. Ignoring them brought death and pain. Fear of the great unknown did reign. Religion tried to control our fear, Ritual and order would keep us dear. Science unraveled the darkest myth, Rendering them harmless, lacking pith. But old customs grow and evolve. With science our superstitions to resolve. With it too, our fantasies to grow, Our old fear of death into a macabre show. While spirits once meant fertility and life. They are now all blood and gore with an editor�s knife. With so many undead to kill in so little time. We�ve lost the value of shock to unwind. When death has no value we will succumb, To the evil within us�let it come! Copyright 2002 � Ronald W. Hull 10/6/02

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Reviewed by Poetry Deborah

Reviewed on November 24, 2002

Awesome work - great talent. I love your work...this piece really makes us think.

Reviewed by Victor Jensen

Reviewed on November 10, 2002

Very thought provoking. I like your style and the way you can put so much in one poem. - Vic

Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen

Reviewed on October 27, 2002

Hmmm, I must admit I'm a SciFi Channel fan, watching Clive Barker's Saint Sinner right now...I've always liked books on deathly spirits, the musty smell of superstition and the darkest raveled myth! Enjoyed the topic and the quick-paced word use, Ron!

Erin
:)

Reviewed by na na (Reader)

Reviewed on October 27, 2002

Yes Ron ... I can see the dead coming more and more and evl ruling the world. Bill

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on October 27, 2002

Awesome, Ron!! Love, your friend, Karen Lynn. ((((HUGS)))) :)

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

Reviewed on October 27, 2002

Exceptional, really enjoyed this one, Ron.

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on October 27, 2002

A well-written piece, Ron!!!!!

Sandie Angel :o) / May Lu $*_*$

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on October 27, 2002

Quite wonderful...I love it

Reviewed by Alexander Shaumyan (Reader)

Reviewed on October 27, 2002

As far as I understand the Holiday, it is the festival of regeneration--of the dead coming to life. Excellent poem. Loved the last lines:

When death has no value we will succumb,
To the evil within us�let it come!

Reviewed by Theresa Koch

Reviewed on October 27, 2002

This was soooo awesome I absolutely loved this!

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