Nightmares On Halloween Part Two
As it was when we have left,
Not from the very begining,
As this is Halloween,
Or the Night of Samhain.
Where the horror unfolds,
Of this tale of four lost souls,
Trapped in a forbidden place,
Where once terror and
bloodlust reigns.
As we were frighten to the
bones,
When Mary came at us as a
different girl,
Mary was our friend and my
lover,
But at this moment she was
neither.
As she spoke with a soothing
voice,
The voice that came out was
not hers,
Ancient with a tinge of malice,
She said her name was Alice.
That was once a very long
time ago, In a remote village
of Scotland,
Near Westhill of Aberdeen of
Salem's lot,
She was hunted out of her
home to this land.
Because she is one of the
thirteen witches,
Sisters of the unholy trinity
coven,
With a whole new identity
and common name,
To blend into society as she
is.
And onwards this story goes...
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Russell Sivey
Everything Halloween contest
Copyright © Danesh Morgan | Year Posted 2013
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