Hallows Twist

Surrounded by evening's embrace,

at the apex of the dreary darkness,
tingling around the edges,
reside uneasy musings.

Admire your tormented reflection,
ponder your fates as you melt away,
gazing silent into an infinity of mirrors,
remember each night was the same.

Born out of troubled minds,
and bedeviled by peculiarity,
unsure of your spindly fingers,
grasping always for the light.

Rising suddenly,
eyes searching the shadows,
it's been seen before,
the rage and the sorrow.

Is this still but a dream,
or another night in the
hallows twist?