Sunday, October 15, 2017

10/31


10/31
By R.e. Taylor

On the most unholy of days
Her name is Batibat and she waits for you
You will not find her in your closet
She will not be hiding under your bed
She is more cunning than that
Whenever you close your eyes
To sleep or just to rest
She will be in your dreams
Terrorizing your spirit
Forcing to face fear that you have never known
Making you afraid to stay asleep
Making you more afraid to awaken
Just remember when you see her
Tomorrow is another day
A holy day
Remember too that you will be safe for another year
Maybe


© 2017 Shadowlight Publishing
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