The Witching Hour
Heralding in the witching hour,
Halloween resurrects the dead.
And creatures of the night waken
as zombies, vampires, and goblins.
The portals to hell are opened,
allowing spirits to roam free.
And for one night, they come to life,
gathering within the shadows.
Witches, werewolves, demons, and ghosts
mingle amidst the unwary.
And before this foul evening ends,
they'll feed upon human flesh.
Abominations and monsters
rise up upon this Hallowed Eve.
But at the stroke of midnight, hell's
gates get sealed; till next Halloween.
(Blank Verse)
10/30/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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