Shadow Chant
Burnt amber fades away to brown;
a cackling moon appears to frown --
a glint of lantern’s light is hurled
at shadows of this Netherworld.
Hysteria is sung aloud;
a festival of souls endowed
begin a grim, yet hallowed chant
which escalates to gruesome rant.
Their lair, immersed in orange mist
carves echoes with ancestral fists
into reflective moonlit skies;
a whisper once unscathed, allies.
Whose treat is this? the spirits cry…
We’ll not find out – until we die!
Copyright © Lorraine M Kanter 30 Oct 2009
Original:
Their lair, soaked in red-orange mist
Poem mused from the Times Ten challenge for 24 Oct 2009. Words: grim, shadow, lantern, Netherworld, festival, orange, hysteria, treat, carve, moon
This is great fun Lori - really enjoyed!
I just stumbled on L1 st3
Their lair, soaked in red-orange mist
I don't feel 'in' is strong enough. suggestions:
Their lair, immersed in orange mist
Their lair, immersed in red-gold mist
Still a great read tonight!
Thanks for sharing
Snow
Hi Snow - you inspired me with your Hallows Eve poem!
I see what you mean about that line and I do like the suggestion of swapping soaked with immersed. I will sub that in now and say for a fine suggestion!
BOO!
~Cleo
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