The Devil's Blight

In Memory: for the late Hollywood actor Vincent Price & pop star legend Michael Jackson On the verge of All Hallow’s Eve Horrors reflects within the leaves In our walk upon the graves Pretending to be so very brave What fools we are to think this way This stagnant air has much to say As we await the dawn of day From the blackness of the night Lies a secret place of fright Known only to the devil’s blight It wakes us to an ugly sight In dreams, we tend to rebel and fight But in the end it flares and bites Igniting us to a ghastly site Wishing we could find the light To make this evil a lesser rite To send to hell what’s comes tonight To bring us back too pure delight I pray to God with all my might To bring us home and hold us tight

Written by: Roland R. Ruiz September 20, 2011