Eternivore
For the Feast of Forever. A Halloween poem by Ellis Wiens and Kerr Martin published 10/31/25.
Eternivore. Eternivore.
The price of pain and nothing more—
Flowing and ebbing, ebbing and flowing.
They were nought but rotting flesh still swinging
From the gallows, gravewired since birth to bleed
Pools of sinspill slaking the banks of bane
Where Death the Faerryman docks by damplight,
Mooring the condamned to cross the river
Running bloodruddled veins forever wrung.
Diluted blood yet echoes heartaches
Droning dirges of tragedy long scribed
By phases facing hatecrossed hunger,
Fates suspending cables in Heaven’s wake.
The moon hanging cracked and gnawed weeps
Weary confessionals waning, waxing
Merciless mercy, feverfleshed misery.
The Eternivore feasts in lunatic dreams—
Ebbing and flowing, flowing and ebbing.
Eternivore: A Late God
Eternivore: A Late God is a follow up work to the original Eternivore poem. While this piece stands on its own, if you are interested in the lore of Eternivore, click the li…
Happy Halloween, everybody. The Eternivore has been an absolute pleasure to create, genuinely, a fantastic experience working with the ever-talented Ellis Wiens.
The Eternivore is the pulse of Halloween itself: the ebb and flow of life and death, the great consumption of time, memory, and meaning. It devours all that was, all that is, and all that ever will be.
It feeds on existence itself and if you’re quiet enough, you might feel it feeding on your mind.
This is Halloween. And it will be, forever and ever. In eternity.
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Not afraid to say I had to Google the definition of a couple words 😂 brilliant poem for the season! Big fan of the cadence of this piece, awesome job guys
Obviously I'm late seeing this, but wow! "Pools of sinspill" is my new favorite phrase. Bloody brilliant 👏✨🖤