Thursday, October 18, 2007

HALLOWEEN

Halloween wraps fear in innocence,
As though it were a slightly sour sweet.
Let terror, then, be turned into a treat,
Lest it undermine our common sense.
Our nightmares are the founts of fancy whence
We wander through the fields of our conceit,
Eluding the true horror we must meet
Embodied in the play of our pretense,
Now ranged across the night in our defense.
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3 comments:

Cassie said...

I love that, it's awesome. I always have a really really hard time rhyming without it sounding trite and childish, but you did a really good job. I really like this line- "Our nightmares are the founts of fancy whence
We wander through the fields of our conceit," nice nice alliteration and assonance

October 18, 2007 at 8:45 AM
Cassie said...

I love that, it's awesome. I always have a really really hard time rhyming without it sounding trite and childish, but you did a really good job. I really like this line- "Our nightmares are the founts of fancy whence
We wander through the fields of our conceit," nice nice alliteration and assonance

October 18, 2007 at 8:45 AM
Dee said...

thank you Cassie ...I used to rhyme childish too...but pratice makes perfect...thanks again sweety..

October 26, 2007 at 5:14 AM

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