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A quick pre-Halloween poem to capture a creepy funeral home scene. 
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T’was the night before Halloween, the funeral home quiet.
All the tables were taken, like a frightening, dark Hyatt.
Stretchers were full of our customers too,
Varying shades of red, grey, and blue.
Arising a sound that persists unexplained,
Perhaps from a soul of these many remains.
The floor starts to tremor from what goes on below,
As the murmuring starts from deep, down, and low.
It grows quickly into a high volume shriek
When finally is heard when just at its peak,
“Just let me rest here, I need not be moved,
This is my home now, with my two horns and hooves.
I’ll forever be part of your memories and life,
I’ll haunt you, your mother, your children, your wife.
I’ll eat of the living, your auras I’ll steal,
Feeding upon them as my every meal.
This is my promise, a promise I’ll keep,
I’ll haunt you in daylight, I’ll haunt you in sleep.
Get out of my building and just let me be,
Leave me I said or else you will see,
Tomorrow’s not coming you poor simple man,
Get out of my home as fast as you can!”
So, I left there quite quickly, and ran all the way,
To my home and the family I hadn’t seen all that day.
I told my wife nothing of that afternoon,
And preparing myself for the All-Hallowed-Moon,
Went to cuddle my children, my love, and my dog,
And that’s when my mind kind of went to a fog.
I had fallen asleep and opened the door,
For the ghoul to come visit, and even much more,
He could now take me over, my body and brain,
Gather some power and strengthen his reign,
The beast then rose up onto its feet,
Looking for more on which it could eat.
It could feast on my heart and grind on my bones,
And bury me deep, among dirt, rocks, and stones.
As more of these images came to my dreams,
I began hearing them, small giddy screams.
I stirred and knew them, the voices so well,
They were near me, not straight from Hell.
My children were playing aside of my bed,
Huge beads of sweat atop of my head.
The morning had come, despite the ghouls rant,
Believe what had happened, I simply just can’t.
I had feared for my life, turned ten shades of green,
Only to find, it was just Halloween.
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