Halloween Countdown 2012: Requiem for the House of Never

The Halloween countdown continues.

I've a firm belief that we are shaped by the time of year we are born. Being born in the fall I'm smitten by the colorful falling leaves, the smell of fires shifting on the breeze, the Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas Holidays, etc. This is the time of the year that I feel most excited to be alive. My roommate has joined in the spirit as well, decking out the house in Halloween fare. I create Halloween soundtracks, jot down ideas for spooky tales, and put on Death Becomes Her or the the old Night Gallery series.

I've never considered myself a poet, though I like how this particular one turned out. This was an assignment in my college poetry class several years ago. The ending needs help but here it is in the rough.

Requiem for the House of Never

Spring-heeled Jack

With a whiskey sour

Ramparts and brambles

Raped by wisteria vines

Murder, Murder most foul

On the back of London’s Hyde

Crickets howl

Through dank recesses of evils’ Ripper

Souls tattered, 

Requiem residence in wistful horror

The Soul Net torn