It was the night,
whence two worlds collide.
Samhain.
When spirits cross into our realm,
Causing mischief,
Spreading lies.
Why else would this be the night
Children dress like them?
To blend in, of course,
And the question asked at every door?
A trick, or a treat?
all spirits must answer honestly,
and so, if malice is intended,
you will have warning.
the winter makes me so happy
the snow hanging in the trees
the cold biting at you
i love it
oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.
why do we always pay the price for love?
Orpheus, lonesome poet,
lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it.
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
and sew it into pillows,
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