by The Cowl Editor on October 29, 2020
Halloween
by Sam Ward ’21
What made you, killer?
Like some deranged son of Cain,
Primordial vision on predatory
Impulses pulled from your
Triune brain off kilter,
Are you reptilian or a person?
Who awoke you, monster?
Your limbic still intact
Except for the pleasure
Derived from bloodlust and
Philic for dormant urges,
That should remain latent.
Why are you, devil?
Kill the innocent but they are no
sacrificial lamb, just new followers
For your Church of Shadows,
Every body a trophy,
Everybody a victim.
What now, demon?
Made or unmade, just disappearing
Differences, scolding hot inside
The icy channels of our minds.
We all have monsters,
Under our beds and inside our hearts.
We have a lot to reckon with.
There is a killer in all of us.