All Souls Home

Banishing arc the sickle sweeps
reaping mortal tide of mishaps.
The Fates call home all souls on Hallow's Eve
to the cauldron of souls taken them.

Up by the roots are trees up-took.
Fly birds of battle under sky of ink.
Purge and final battle, the earth in sinks.
Taking friend and foe alike before one blinks.

By some stroke of genius, or damn-fool luck
those that hear this tale have done survived-
Who's better off? Pray, tell me,
Than those who have quit the earth!

But nay! What would they give to see what the future holds?
Surely, they would rather be open-eyed to see what comes of it.
But it's left to you and I to witness these last rites...
And the telling of it will be yours alone if I should meet my time.

All-Hallows Eve, 1993ce