Dark Blight of Halloween Night

There was a dense fog upon the land not a fit night for animal nor man... the moon did change its silvery view replacing it now was a blood red hue.... There just beyond thicket of the marsh road lies the endless tar pits of bubbling black It has been told that should one fall in it ~ There would definitely be no turning back.... Oh, how the populace did dread passing the pits for all knew what dwelled within it... Goblins dared not cross over it... and the vampire bats would not go anywhere near it... Even the witches feared this Halloween night, as they packed their caldrons and potions... preparing their broomsticks readying for flight... too escape the diabolical one, known as Dark Blight. Alley cats sat on fences and drank black draught, tonight thence, sang they a harrowing song full of fright... As the draught turned their multi-colored coats to the colors of pitch black midnight... The domesticated dogs remembered their kindred brother wolves.... Soon they gave chase to lost souls, while howling at the man in the moon... So it began... with large boney fingers liken to ashy white talons Dark Blight emerged scatching its way to the surface... its massive black shoulders bearing a skull revealing eyes which burned liken to red hot coals with yellow pupils set a glow... With a sinister grin he did appear from within the pitch black pits pentagrams and talismans were etched upon his sinewy back.... such slimy black skin mirroring centuries of horrors from many Halloweens past. Oh, indeed there would be no rest for the weary wanderers this night... Unless, a champion should appear in time to put things a right.... until then Dark Blight would continue to pass through the night; slithering upon his belly ~ all the while leaving a dark trail as red as raspberry jelly... Even the Ghouls knew and would stir clear of the sweet sticky pools The Gnomes stood careful guard over homes, whilst watching over all babes and fools.... For such tender flesh made the Dark Blight's lips drool... The crows cawed thrice and the hoot owls hid their eyes.... Oh, the night was nothing nice, as blood chilled like ice.... Who would put a stop too the dastardly Blight...?