Death's Hand
Smell of burnt wood is wafting in the air
Creating tears within my tender eyes
House is in the graveyard, is oddly real
Scary is its presence with no disguise
It’s frightening that it’s so dark outside
Only jack-o-lanterns flooding the porch
An eerie otherworld light from above
Centered right on the front door with a lurch
There are some sounds of chains moving and howls
Wandering through the graveyard on this night
Halloween makes me tremble with great fear
They appear in front of me, what a sight
Ghouls and ghosts, with the vampires and werewolves
All show up wanting to tear me apart
But I don’t want any of this, I run
I go straight in the creepy house, I dart
As I go in the creatures outside leave
As if knowing something worse is inside
So I look by the light of the pumpkins
Right there is death himself right by my side
His bone hand reaches out and touches me
And I feel quite cold, thus I start to freeze
Death extinguished me and before I go
I hear a woman scream, she’s very pleased
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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