To Make the Most of Time

Having never celebrated Halloween as a child, I now childishly celebrate it.

We raised our hands to setting sun,

Shorter than the last,

And prayed the winds that ripped at us

Would not tear apart our past.

 

I beat the drum and you on flute,

Happy to oblige,

The corpses gathered round the throne

Beneath an empty sky.

 

It was not fear that drew us here

This fateful starry night

But knowledge of the worst and cursed

Without the wish for flight.

 

I never want to leave you said

While staring at the black

The suits and ties of moldered heads

Cocktailing to attract 

 

Us like moths to stagnant flame

We could not say goodnight

But sat ensconced in waxy dark

Two lives in death’s delight.

Reviews

[Rasi Rana]

beautiful blend of two plots of nights on same time) first you wrote that you are somewhere- a kind of imagination "I beat the drum and you on flute,
Happy to oblige,
The corpses gathered round the throne
Beneath an empty sky." and after that you came back to realiy "While staring at the black
The suits and ties of moldered heads
Cocktailing to attract"