Mist shifting through trees, and lampposts, and structures
paints grey over vibrant colour and caustic visage, making
ghouls and ghosts of the savage reality of modern life.
Out of the swirling eddies creep modernity’s monsters;
their eyes blazing white fire, their mouths breathing heated
air into the coldness of an All Hallows’ Eve morning.
Up high from the East springs the last hero of our dark night.
A golden orb in the grey shadow lands of the sky burns
the air we breathe with a cleansing flame a million miles old.
The night yields to daylight and the ghosts of our fears retreat
back to the hollows and subterranean pools of darkness
we hold in our hearts as the sun warms our breasts
on the beach of our long good Monday, warming us
one last time before the onset of a bitter biting Winter.
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