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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