Half a brain on morning swill,
purging shine ’til ticking clock-
angry stave at fateful dawn
nights that wrench in nerve & bile…
piecework prize of chill & sigh
damn a soul with dusky brush,
stinging blaze a jackleg grace-
rack-rent sty on warbling mind
days of ice & empty wile…
feckless flight feels full & high
feague the way in grey retrace,
sharpened stick for sport or point-
share the void with bug or sign
eidolon by rote or mile…
restless plight of hill & sky
fugue state fall for molten grave,
throng of face for numbing pride-
take a lead with gist & frown
bleed a taste of kill & smile…
thumb a lace of dial & scry
strain a thought to nightly fill,
tripping reigns ’til race & slake-
reckless wrath at fateful dawn
days of dreck in rank & file
waiting gaze is naught to die,
strigoi shine of mindful eye.








Nicely done. Love Halloween as well, and it seems the others are having fun with it.
a very dark offering with a perfect flow ❤️
Powerfully penned, Benjamin. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Wicked piece Benjamin. I love halloween as well. Great delivery!