~~~ HALLOWE'EN ~~~
~ HALLOWE'EN ~
In the dead of night, a noise dost ring;
A metallic ping; compressed bed spring?
The hum of a lamp, the creak of a stair;
A contorted shadow, you could have sworn, wasn't there.
What's that sound approaching?, No need to scream for mother;
Of course you'll be safe, under your stab-proof covers!
Was that a dull, heavy plod, on the roof up above?
What's tapping under the bed, is it a sharp-fingered glove?
There's another new thud, upon the stair;
Damn certain you know, that there's no one there!
Is that a cackling hag, ringing the front-door bell?,
To strangle you to death, then take you to hell?
Hound's fretting, and whining, then paws at the corner;
Cat stares in mid-air, and rasps like a mourner.
There's something here a presence, tonight!
Refuses to leave,'till it's given you fright.
An incubus, succubus; spectre, or ghost;
There's no way of knowing, who's this unholy host?
Must levitate, and throw you across the room;
To open your veins, and lead you to doom.
In the closing minutes, before the dawn,
Is where your greatest, sleepless, fears are born.
You switch on the light, but the bulb goes pop;
Something slides in your room and your guts just flop.
There's a stench of evil, you feel stagnant death;
An icy blast, from a demonic breath.
Haunting tones, from a girl crying,"Daddy!",
Must save her now, from this evil baddie.
Paranormal behaviour, laced with supernatural fears;
Wraiths scare you to death and reduce you to tears.
The old, grey lady wants to hurt you tonight;
To drive you insane, with your neck wrapped real tight.
Hell doth unleash; the ghoul is loose,
To force you, to a hopeless, death-gripped noose.
Re-enacting fate, over, and over, again;
That evening she hung, back in nineteen-ten.
Fiance', disgraced her, couldn't bear the shame;
Condemned to repeat, this hanging, again.
Meddling with powers, you don't understand;
Tarot, and Seance, your soul they demand.
Tonight, is the night, when the payment is due;
Collected by devils, get ready, it's you!
Now gulping the air, your mind runs astray,
Why is grandpa's rocking-chair, beginning to sway?
Unearthly noises, make their presence felt,
For hundreds of years, in this house, they have dwelt.
The wind starts to howl, and the rain falls in sheets;
No shelter for you, in those dark, cursed streets.
The homeless undead, stalk all over this place;
Leper-skinned zombies, want to eat your face.
A cowled figure skulks glaring red-coaled eyes;
Seeking a soul, it can cleverly disguise.
This screaming skull, with an elongated jaw,
Must rend your body 'fore it falls to the floor.
It won't give up,'till you're hung, drawn and quartered;
Your sacrificed corpse, unspeakably slaughtered.
A dark entity, seeks your pubescent daughter,
Must shield her with the cross, that grandma bought her.
Dispatch slavering wolves, with a silver bullet,
And the Count, damn his black heart, with a sword to the gullet.
Have they come for you, or is it all in your head?
Oh no!, it must be Hallowe'en, instead!
All of this traditionally, embodied horror;
Will soon disappear, by dawn, tomorrow.
So whilst the undead are walking the earth,
And seeking to mentally take over your turf,
Just pull up a chair and laugh in their face,
'Cos the whole damn charade, is just a thrill of the chase.
Sleep well, my beauties : )