This tale is one of the lesser known from the collected tales of Grimm brothers, but is perfect for a dark, chilly night. A poor man chooses Death as the Godfather for his son. When the boy becomes a man, Death trains him to be a Doctor and together they perform. All is well until a beautiful princess falls ill…
At the edge of our town,
When the sun goes down,
There’s a fine, fine lady
In a black, black gown.
She can whistle up the dead
And she dances with the drowned.
When you feel the sun warm on your face,
When the land rises to meet you,
And takes you from place to place,
Sink into the cool, cold water of memory
Recall the sirens who called out to you
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With a strength I’ve never had before,
I push my way out of death…and cry,
Face to the sky, seeing the stars
Water heaven with their tears
And wash the dirt from my hands.
I am free.
When this time of year comes around, there are a few certainties that are absolutely inevitable. Way back in the before times, All Hallow’s Eve never had anything to do with anything sweet or fun. It was very much a different thing altogether. But then, so was I, back then.
Have you ever wondered why we carve pumpkins? Listen to the Wicked Tale of Wicked Jack
I haven’t always been who, or what, I am now. Though it feels strange to think of being anythiug else, being anyone else, having anyone else. It all happened so long ago…
Breadcrumbs – a Hansel & Gretel poem