My Heart, My Sanctuary

The Death Knell

On Hallows Eve,
Past a spur of hapless revelry,
I drew my final breath.
None but moon, wind and tree
Witnessed the hour of my death.

Pierced by glaring lights,
Screech of metal, shards of glass.
Broken, my red-drenched shell
Awaited respite as the seconds pass.
But never did it come, the death knell.

Distant bells toll, calling lost souls
In endless wanderings to their berth.
Though I wandered, in the in-between,
Neither heaven, hell, nor earth,
Neither lost nor sought, I remained unseen.

In terror's wake,
Shadowed hands clutch black and dark.
Gaping sockets in hollowed faces
Ravenous for that smallest spark,
Tucked within my empty spaces.

Grappling the shadows
I fought against the dying light,
Hope dwindling with muted cries.
The road stretched, no end in sight,
As dark wings shroud the crimson skies.

A voice, faint yet sure,
Pierced the throes of ebbing thought.
There my beloved stood, long lost,
As bright as the days I sought.
Toward that shining light I crossed.

Two souls linger,
As the death knell tolls with unheard dings.
Neither heaven nor earth did grieve,
But on a certain night our laughter rings—
On a night like Hallows Eve.

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My entry for a Halloween-themed poetry contest!