Bat-born eloping
for their sabbath carried
by the spells of moonlight spilled,
potions in their eyes
star-drunk on rose-water
women shedding decency
with silver skin exposed
and their violent violins.

Lust-lured
they are leaving life behind
for a dark demonic dance
with what’s rotting,
dead deceased,
for the perjury
of a youthful past.

You may mistake
their season
for the windborn clouds
and the wailing wind,
but the morning after
you will see it
if you dare
to gaze into their eyes

Today Sanaa hosts dVerse with a prompt where we chose among thirteen different songs for Halloween. My choice was to use the Lana del Rey song that I also used as title of my poem.

October 13, 2026