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Ode to Hallowed Hysteria by Iris Serenity

  • Omar Najam
  • Oct 24, 2022
  • 1 min read

Ode to Hallowed Hysteria

by Iris Serenity


Ode to Hallowed Hysteria By Iris Serenity Commence, o mad parade of Earth's caprice! Sylvan splendor of the autumn arbor Debuts deciduous dénouement to 
Her merry mercurial masquerade! Blood rubies struck from crowns of spindly kings Splatter scatterseed to starved soil— 
Ochre octet of decanting decay, 
Dark crescendo of decomposition! Resurrect us spectres from our sopor! 
An eve's reprieve from routine tedium; Sepulchrous puppets swathed in petrichor, Strung fate-threaded from aspen spiderlings We dramatis personae promenade, Withered waltz of anemic atrophy— Deranged changelings bartering sapless souls For masks of borrowed immortality Costume cherubs of Cupidian craft Wield instruments of sacred surgical; Scalpel to scapulae, shrugging shoulders Sprout funerals of feathered foliage Wreathed with fraying-wire hawthorn halos, Hand in hand with impish grinning kinsfolk, Lacework angels and the wicked-winged Donning crimson claws and shadow sclera Bargaining blunders of mortal misspeech 
For serpentine silvertongues, forked and poised

In toast to Dionysian delights— Vile revues of revenant revelry! Chiropteran chimerae in pursuit 
Of play-pretend preythings ushed with fervor, Stalking hide-and-seek through shadowed spaces And gardened gargoyle-guarded overgrowth Canines sugar-rotted with candied dyes From bounties toted in plastic pumpkins Fall away for fearsome fangs emerging To savour rich avours of sanguine wines Anima ephemera dance in trance 
Of transformations balefully bestial; Cocooned in lycanthropic lunacy, 
Seized by wolsh whims and hunter's hungers Hellhounds howling haunting hymns of heartache In wispen wheatelds beneath harvest moon (Monsters shunned in sunshine nd solace in Midnight's carnival of mild carnivores) When dawn's carmine curtain incandesces, Solar spears of light slay our noxious nocturne— Dissolving our decrepit pirouettes, 
Vanquishing our veils of divine varnish, Revealing soft-shelled oaks of stripped bark Heartwoods slow to a halt as candlesnu Collapsing ashen into catacombs 
'Til next season's summons lights us anew!

 
 
 

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