Children Of The Corn
By Fadrian Bartley
They say the story of Halloween Are scary visions from dreams, Party tricks and mask of Death the children ponder what it means. Decoration on red October Pumpkin light with candle Sticks. And the cold wind blows in lonely Park Creates a shroud from outed wick. Children sings from a quiet place and the wind buried Their voice, The missing will never return tonight because they haven't given death A choice, The chosen color of bloody red and large ugly Pumpkin heads. Around the corner among the tombs brave children decide To play instead, “O Kay I am ready come find me ted. Didn't know that noises would have disturbed the dead. The sound of willows that whistles at night causes children eyes to stared with fright, And the few who plays Among the bushes, Are spellbound by the spirits of Halloween nights.
About The Author
Fadrian Bartley lives in Kingston Jamaica. He writes poetry in various themes such as horror, thrillers, high fantasy, life, nature, inspiration, and people’s personalities. His work appears in the R.F.D Magazine, “First Time” issue #173 in 2018, and online web magazines such as Aphelion magazine with his poem “Annabell’ published in 2020 and the Wild Sound Film Festival where you can find his poem “Daughter of the Dust”.
Fadrian is a front desk agent with a diploma in customer service. He writes mostly at night with his cat sitting beside his lamp. He can be reached on Facebook and on Instagram @artexerexes