Halloween 2001, (blue moon)
By heinzs
Darkness brings the onslaughtof costumed innocentsseeking sugar-sweet gratification.A tradition become mundaneand devoid of deeper meaning. Waiting patiently in Death's reposeour predecessors bide their time.Chuckling in delight at the anticsthis holiday elicits from the saneand rational minds of the living. Then, once more, the stillness prevails.The tummy aches assuagedand peaceful slumbering abed,the tumultuous mobs rest.Wearily the parents, too, succumb. In the quiet of the nightspirits rise to join the dance.One night of freedomfrom their earthly fetters...a brief respite from silent eternity. By moonlight's glow they gather...greeting one another, old friends all.With joyous shout evoke the Lordsof Light and Dark... twin brothersin glad reunion this one night. No mortals witness the joyful congregation... its purpose to fulfillan annual obligation of love.The dance of souls commemoratesLife's passage and return. In the early hours of dawn,as sunlight's shadows grow,the dancers take their respective leaveand return to the quiet of the tomb...there to rest once more... sated. The brothers, too, part company...once more in seeming strife,to compete for daily ascendancy.Their secret partnership assuresMan's ever eventful life. Written October 24th, 2001 © on Oct 24 2001 04:04 AM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl 0 • 10
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"Darkness brings the onslaughtof costumed innocentsseeking sugar-sweet gratification.A tradition become mundaneand devoid of deeper meaning. Waiting patiently in Death's reposeour predecessors bide their time.Chuckling in delight at the anticsthis holiday elicits from the saneand rational minds of the living. Then, once more, the stillness prevails.The tummy aches assuagedand peaceful slumbering abed,the tumultuous mobs rest.Wearily the parents, too, succumb. In the quiet of the nightspirits rise to join the dance.One night of freedomfrom their earthly fetters...a brief respite from silent eternity. By moonlight's glow they gather...greeting one another, old friends all.With joyous shout evoke the Lordsof Light and Dark... twin brothersin glad reunion this one night. No mortals witness the joyful congregation... its purpose to fulfillan annual obligation of love.The dance of souls commemoratesLife's passage and return. In the early hours of dawn,as sunlight's shadows grow,the dancers take their respective leaveand return to the quiet of the tomb...there to rest once more... sated. The brothers, too, part company...once more in seeming strife,to compete for daily ascendancy.Their secret partnership assuresMan's ever eventful life...."