They called to the pack, the hunt was on. One of their number is missing, and a silver bullet lodged into the trunk of an old oak tree is their only clue. It may be Hallowe’en, the night where spirits fly free, but tonight the spirit of this pack unites.
…many a celestial body this way comes…
A Hallowe’en spell for a Brighter Future
Thoughts begone
Thine power thwarted
Feelings muted
Desires sorted
Actions in the past dissolve
No regrets that need resolve
From this moment hence
The way ahead be clear and fresh
And in light ahead I jump
With vigour and with strength
The power is mine
To move forward
Reborn in love and light
Forever more and so it be
Into a brighter tomorrow I leap
Just see.
Hidden in plain sight,
Beside the crystal ball,
Beneath the candle’s light,
Protected by the wall,
Dwarfed by the books,
Not far from the stopped clock,
Next to an old coin
Which operates its lock,
Lies a magic object
Scarred by many knocks,
That holds a million mysteries
Entombed within a box
Monique always welcomed the whispered words from her Familiar, although the voice never sounded as though it was from her cat or within her head… more so over her left shoulder. But whenever she looked around, there was no body there. Keep waiting… the whispers told her… it’s nearly here.
Counting Ravens
One two three
The ravens gather
Four five six
Do numbers matter?
Seven eight
Circling high
Nine ten
I wonder why…
The Hallowe’en Spirits are a gathering!
Can you see the Skeletal Spirit towards the upper right of the above photo? Or the Shrunken Head Spirit in the bottom right? Maybe you can see the Carved Tree Spirit on the tree on the left. Or perhaps you can see a different Tree Spirit entirely.
Please let me know what you can see… and I will reply to all comments very shortly!
ATC-sized scribbling of a night-time scene. It wasn’t meant to be Hallowe’en, but it fits. There are misplaced shadows everywhere… and one must always be wary of a misplaced shadow…
Strange Phantom
The phantom didn’t like images.
The phantom had a way of spiriting them away. Subtly, of course.
Transform
Swirling energies
Lunacy
Crossing lines
Frantically
Chasing tails
Apparently
Silver bullets
Nightmare free?
Darkness surrounds
Fear’s fallen shadow
Silent screams
Curdle inner turmoil
Fermenting
Tormenting
Spiting the light
But light
Strikes through the darkness
And no matter how dark
Even the tiniest glimmer
No matter how dark
Shows the way forward
Shows the way through
And gives power to hope
An abstract interpretation of Hallowe’en. Armed with a ClipArt bat, and featuring moons, teeth, pumpkins, apples, witches hats, eyes and spiders legs (them’s the red things, by the way!), I splopped this together very quickly to get another post out in Hallowe’en Month.
Well, it has to be done.
Actually, I’ve changed my mind about the spiders legs. They’re now those invisible cobweb strands that you always walk through when there’s a crowd around, and you do that dance to get it off your face. I know you know what I mean…
Tom
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