Alle Bastard

I will dress as ' death'..
though Death will not
be deceived.
He waits behind pedestrians..
and beneath
the consequences of life..
I will smear curdled blood..
till death is concieved,
and reborn..
with the cry of banshee's
wailing in dirvishes fuelled
by nothing  good..
I will dance tonight..
with spirits that I fight
in dreams..
and I will win..
for tonight is Halloween..
and the Devil"s let me in..