Halloween, By Lovecraft

[ER]

Hallowe'en in a Suburb


The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,
    And the trees have a silver glare;
Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly,
    And the harpies of upper air,
    That flutter and laugh and stare.

For the village dead to the moon outspread
    Never shone in the sunset's gleam,
But grew out of the deep that the dead years keep
    Where the rivers of madness stream
    Down the gulfs to a pit of dream.

A chill wind weaves thro' the rows of sheaves
    In the meadows that shimmer pale,
And comes to twine where the headstones shine
    And the ghouls of the churchyard wail
    For harvests that fly and fail.

Not a breath of the strange grey gods of change
    That tore from the past its own
Can quicken this hour, when a spectral pow'r
    Spreads sleep o'er the cosmic throne
    And looses the vast unknown.

So here again stretch the vale and plain
    That moons long-forgotten saw,
And the dead leap gay in the pallid ray,
    Sprung out of the tomb's black maw
    To shake all the world with awe.

And all that the morn shall greet forlorn,
    The ugliness and the pest
Of rows where thick rise the stones and brick,
    Shall some day be with the rest,
    And brood with the shades unblest.

Then wild in the dark let the lemurs bark,
    And the leprous spires ascend;
For new and old alike in the fold
    Of horror and death are penn'd,
    For the hounds of Time to rend.

– H.P. Lovecraft

[Allhallowsday]

Happy Halloween Bad movie lovers!  

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[indianasmith]

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