The slumbering isle of October awakes
the ‘blinking eye’ of the gorgon Medusa.
Where green swells surround her golden flame
and the demon stars shine to seduce you
Riding the flames on raven wings
powered by a witches brew
Embers flying through the breeze
summoning the ghosts and ghouls
Spinning spirits dance and sing
the seasons chase migrating moons
Dressed in autumn’s crimson leaves
as the midnight hour looms
Ancient tales tell the truth of time
told as warnings by the fire
Searching the skies for subtle signs
as nature changes her attire
Breaching the shores of October isles
gather round and sit a spell
Gaze carefully into her eyes
you may see the devil there
Celebrate lives past and present
under the moon emotions swell
Be it full or be it crescent
October sings her last farewell
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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