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October 31, 2000 There's reason why we mark this day with fear, There's reason we use children's play to clear Our minds of recollections lurking near That wary edge of consciousness, that sphere Of monsters who into our hearts can leer, Of ghouls that in our windows may appear, Or visions of ourselves laid most austere Upon a cold and black draped funeral bier. Respect this day, my friend. Withhold that sneer. Be warned. They'll know should you be insincere, And you'll be marked for visits through the year By evil things who'll scream lies in your ear. The ancient horrors wait. They persevere, And to our very cells they just adhere. |
Additional Notes:
A hopefully frightening sonnet in the holiday spirit. Obviously the AAAAAAAAAAAAAA rhyme scheme is rather unusual but it was actually the raison d'etre for the sonnet. I was thinking about Halloween in relation to a local writing group assignment, this made me think of "fear" and I realized what a wonderfully rhymable word "fear" is, especially since there are all sorts of rhymes with negative connotations: leer, austere, bier, sneer, tear, drear, severe, queer, smear, etc. Unfortunately, I couldn't use them all in 14 lines.
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