Thoughts of Sinister Seraphim

1.

Sinister,

These Seraphim.

Nowhere to turn,

No sacred arms to comfort.

Is it any wonder

All the floors

And weeping psalms

Creak and squeak

Satanic songs?

While throngs

Of grimy creatures

Intermingle with the saints,

Their scary features

Of fire and fangs,

In horrid gangs

From Netherworld

Unfurled

Upon the world?

2.

Dripping, creepy, crawly prongs

Of forks and knives

The evil ones connive

For a malignant blight,

Just out of sight,

Haunting, taunting

Friend and foe

To taste the terrible table's fare.

3.

OH! How to cope?

We cannot know

Where to go

To find escape

From this horrid fright,

To avoid the rape

Of decency

And loss of hope.

4.

Forsaking bliss,

A vampire's kiss

Upon this evil night

With all its might

It reigns, it brings

But gangrenous sickness, death.

So now it must wail and wait

For all Eternity

Upon a sea

Of dungeon doubts.

Its goblins, witches, warlocks,

Serpents lock in hideous wreaths,

Covered o'er with

Cobwebs hobbling

In and out their heads,

Putrefying beds and boards

With hoards of untold fear

Expressed by sharpened scream

For release from fear

This year,-

This night of fright

This spooky Halloween

With Sinister Seraphim. . .

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

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