The Autumn People

THE AUTUMN PEOPLE

mark my words

when days go dark

the silence leaves a

wicked mark

the autumn people

make their ways

October brings

them out to play

when whistle screams

and pipes a’steam

reveal their place

they knot your dreams

with frantic fingers

tearing eyes

the autumn people

terrorize

for none will stop them

no one can

they banquet on

the soul of man

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Zoltar

ZOLTAR

gladdened, waxened Zoltar

in his patient prismed box

waiting for the fortuneless 

to seek what has been lost

salivating, procreating

horrors beneath false lids

mechanical, they open

no one dares defy his bid

dead clarion voice arising

from his cold abysmal shell

retrieve the deepest missive

make the innocent unwell

"come my sweetest morsels

come and hear my crystal call

enter through my portal

only doorways, no more walls

you're home now, darlings, home at last

just pay the fortune's toll

and the stars will move for you love,

and for I, who'll eat you whole"

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