A Poetic Foray into the Supernatural

by arlan salo   Jun 17, 2017


A bewitching feature of zombies and demons, ghosts and goblins, skeletons and werewolves, witches and vampires are lurking the streets; a spectacle of the frighteners and the mischievous consummate the sounds of revelry unfurled ubiquitously throughout All Hallows’ Eve. From ballads and odes to spells and chants to dialogues and incantations, there is a veritable brew of sounds from the unremitting abode of the unearthly. Our hope against hope is to cling to a mere possibility that a sweet treat might hold the wretched things at bay till a hint of steely light shows morning is on its way. But the dawn is slow in action as all Hell has broken loose breathing out contagion to this world.

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