Be quiet now, the full moon scrapes the hour
when evil ghouls crawl on bleak streets, unknown
a gruesome feast they thirst to devour
the carnage of the living, down the bone.
As midnight howls, dare not open the gates
shadows can transform into bloody paws;
to unplug the light, a rampage awaits
the wailing screech of flesh drilled by chainsaws.
From graveyards of old, more corpses arise
with maggots on tongue gnawing spoiled debris,
and hissing winds darken the moon; be wise
since vengeance reeks havoc like raging sea.
I tell you this; beware of fright undone
Pray, I'm one of them watching you, so RUN!
Everything Halloween Contest, Russell Sivey
by nette onclaud