A Royal Feast on Halloween

A Royal Feast on Halloween
A Royal Feast on Halloween

A Royal Feast on Halloween


A plague had fallen upon all the land

so royalty had locked themselves up tight

the souls of poor soon lost their hardened fight

the dead filtered to graves like desert sand.

The courtiers still dressed in silk ribbon

when world outside the castle turned dull grey

and leaves turned red then brown and would not stay

everyman’s home became its own prison.

So proud and fancy as a star that shine

the Lords of Royal Court still held their ground

with velvet ribbons and brocades they hid.

Soon death arrived as tendrils intertwine

amongst the poor, the rich, mentally sound,

with slimy grip shadow silently slid.


Within their walls their tailor produced cloth’s

from fabric made beyond the castle wall

yet there were no new fashions for the Fall

no one to predict which way the wind blows.

The king became enamored with treasure

to close his eyes to smoke from piles of soul

by counting coins under burning Whale Oil

his gold and trinkets stored for his measure.

Though the dress the Queen wore bore no wrinkles

and King kept shiny all that was his wealth

they both believed in Vein of Royal Blood.

As sure as every gem in light twinkles

to question whether ironed clothes mean health

during a storm of death prior to flood.


Outside the walls only a few survived

these few survivors packed their bags and left

there was no lover alive to feel bereft

of hope that death had finally arrived.

Not a soul lived outside of castle walls

the crop untended bent the livestock dead

not one widow stood in window and sighed

in evening when the Castle Watchman calls.

The servants left to find another life

soon only the Royal Family remained

including Lords and Ladies of the court.

The King whose soft hands had never seen strife

all reason left the Queen who went insane

invitation to state of rigor mort.


“Soon hunger makes beasts of us all” they say,

the cooks had left, the meals were uninspired

when all the meat in storage was acquired

what remained was abdominal pain to stay.

The Lords and Ladies threw a final feast

a colorful banquet prepared by hand

a Cornucopia made from the grand

where King and Queen were roasted like stuffed beast.

On Halloween the Lords fed on their bones

and shared their blood with Ladies of the Court

lightly cooked fetid flesh that once was King.

Halloween stories in comfortable homes

these tales told hold key, the power to transport

to Halloween nights and bellies aching.

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My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished seven collections of poetry and plans for more. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website simplepoetics.weebly.com. The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

2 thoughts on “A Royal Feast on Halloween

  • October 12, 2022 at 10:04 PM

    Wow! That was gruesome. I have heard of a meal fit for a King, but this certainly flipped that around. Good work, Jamie.


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