St HalloweenSt Halloween9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
the orange and black flitted away,
a butterfly not meant to stay,
an ideology lost to the breeze,
feeding on poison that drips from the trees.
he smiles to the mirror but it won't smile back;
he lives drenched in shadows of orange and black;
he sleeps through the clam and wakes for the storm;
befriends eccentricity and flees the norm.
the orange for Selene when dusk enshrouds,
and Helios does pierce the clouds.
black for the shadows that arise in the night,
when whispers come to amplify your fright.