The sky is kissed with sunflower,
Leaving the faintest scent yellow,
All pensive greys to mark the hour,
Here ink is spilt to swarming dreams,
The ebbing tongues of starlight tower,
On river's folds in lucid ebony.

Away in fog and veil,
To turn up far away and still,
The heart at spilling flames,
The breath at bubbling pops,
Light your face beneath the night,
Converse and tighten up to watch,
The tongues in well-situated silence.

All hallows'eened,
You guessed it...
You've been Eugene'd,
These spooks that are seen,
These bats, skulls and fiends,
Make me want to glean,
Why with spiderman death has been?
And we try to scare ourselves mean?
It makes me think - which I do like to do,
Why brother John chose these words, just a few:
Perfect love casts out fear.
\- Eugene DeGooseman