Lords of Hallow

[singleot]

My Halloween contest entry, thanks for voting.

Lords of Hallow


Our prison slumber we slip this night
We feast and glut these souls of right
What mortal sin and senses leave
The carnal delights we do reave
As hungers grow and light despairs
The lords of Hallow will have theirs
We reave we feast, we glut our fill
We feed our dreams yet hunger still
The cursed light, it damns the night
Our slumber calls, our eternal fight

[Brigit Astar]

Now that is downright creepy. But good too.