Ash Mother

In the dark where evil sleeps.
Where sanity is useless trash.
I tell a tale to give you creeps.
And inspire true fear of things that slash.
On a quiet All Hallows Eve.
When rain did drizzle from the sky.
Two siblings from their home did leave.
Not dressed as ghosts but end was nigh.
While friends of theirs did candy find.
Among the houses that they passed.
The siblings were of different mind.
To another house they hurried fast.
They had been promised a lovely thing.
By a man with long, sharp teeth.
If they came at midnight's ring.
They'd raise their mother who sleeps beneath.
The ritual was long and harsh.
Twice they fainted dead away.
Their blood was marking every hearth.
When lit they marked the spirit's way.
And in a scream and rushing wind.
One sibling stared upon the other.
Dead and fallen in their sin.
He had not seen their risen mother.
From the hearth's not blackened grate.
A crawling figure made of Ash.
Pulled herself in and sealed the fate.
Of her two children as she moved fast.
The living child gazed on in horror.
As Ash Mother swallowed the dead sibling whole.
Their mother was hungry, was now a terror.
She smiled at the living child, bloody and cold.
The other child ran, but did not get far.
Teeth now sank into her arm and she shrieked.
Ash Mother didn't noticed her child's alarm.
And with crunches she put her child to sleep.
The Ash Mother waits in that house all alone.
Her children are gone and her hunger remains.
Dare you to enter and you will atone.
For the sins of the siblings you will feel their pain.
In the dark where evil sleeps.
Where sanity is useless trash.
I've told a tale to give you creeps.
And inspire true fear of things that slash.
Category:Ritual
Category:Poetry
Category:Beings