The Festival Of Fetus

Twilight leading into night
Bleeding dry a sky of pure blue
The Unseen
Thing that should not be
Rapidly approaching
There right behind you
In the maze of corn stalks
The Unformed
Beast no one dare talks about
During daylight
Tumble weeding Main Street parades
Through a rural ghost town
Where all the grown ups
Are cut down
In ritualistic sacrifices appeasing
Sowing, seeding, replenishing
Feeding
The Unknown
Demon lurking within the maize
Committed by generations of inbred children
Still born and raised
In hallowed wombs of fertile Chosen
Year long is the celebration
An endless Beginning and End of Days
The Festival of Fetus from which grows the crop
Hollow headed scarecrows who never stop
Mouthing made up words to forgotten hymns
In sing along singsong praising
The Harvest Evenin' King