A cascade poem for the dverse Halloween monster prompt.
A candle shines out bold into the dark,
The sign that beckons, leading dear ones home,
For some were never dear that still are dead,
Not all the dead who walk this night find rest.
I shuffle down the lonely lane this night,
The night the veil drops between life and death,
I search for warmth to chase the dark earth’s chill,
A candle shines out bold into the dark.
I feel them flutter past to sit once more,
Among their loved ones, drawn like moths to flame,
I follow, shambling in their phantom steps,
The sign that beckons, leading dear ones home.
I howl with pain that no one thinks of me,
With anger that all doors are bolted, barred,
Against the likes of me, shunned from the feast,
For some were never dear that still are dead.
I paw the door and beat the window pane,
Cajole and whine, the dogs bark, none will come,
Take care to leave no casement wide for me,
Not all the dead that walk this night want rest.