At the Stroke of Midnight

    At the stroke of midnight, werewolves come alive
       sharpening their nails and fangs, so their plans will thrive

    Witches too dust off their brooms, mount and start to fly
       their features silhouetted by the moon against the sky

    Ghouls and ghosts begin to howl, goblins start to shriek
       underneath my covers, I dare not take a peek… 

    Feh! All of this is childish, of course. I don’t believe in ghosts
       Yet when I heard my door creak ~ I leaped over my bedpost
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George Avatar
August 13, 2024 at 9:08 PM
I greatly enjoyed reading your couplets, dear Gershon. Ghosts and ghouls, demons and devils... all these are childish creations. Yet we are human and sometimes we get startled by strange scenes and sounds. Even the creak of a door can send chills down our spine.
Wolf Avatar
August 13, 2024 at 9:10 PM
'Once upon a midnight dreary...' Oops, Valsa. You've caught me pretending to be Edgar Allan again. ~ Poe Gershon
Goldsmith Avatar
August 13, 2024 at 10:30 AM
I enjoyed reading your creative/fun write. A little early for Halloween??? Makes me think of when I was dating. I had to be in the house before the stroke of midnight or I was dead... Have a fun writing away...........
Wolf Avatar
August 13, 2024 at 8:06 PM
Either that, or a little late for Mardi Gras! lol. Thanks, Paula
Culverhouse Avatar
August 13, 2024 at 7:47 AM
Just got to love poems about witches, goblins and ghosts, also a werewolf in there for good measure, enjoyed the read
Wolf Avatar
August 13, 2024 at 8:02 PM
My cousins -- lol -- always there when needed. ~ Wolfman
Gauthier Avatar
August 13, 2024 at 7:35 AM
lol ~ a wonderful spooky tale Hi Gershon, hope you are well ~
Wolf Avatar
August 13, 2024 at 8:00 PM
Thank you, Line. I am doing pretty well these days... even if a little 'spooked.' ~ Gershon
Cunningham Avatar
August 13, 2024 at 7:06 AM
If it was daytime we wouldn't flinch but in the dark hour we're seized with terror. Lol. Sleep with the light on. Tom
Wolf Avatar
August 13, 2024 at 8:01 PM
Agreed. What is it about the night, anyway. ~ Take Tea and See!
Rodrigues Avatar
August 13, 2024 at 4:59 AM
Don’t we, though? Even as adults we can be spooked by one little bump in the night! Ebenezer be seeing ghosts of past, present, future, quivering under the bedsheet ;)
Wolf Avatar
August 13, 2024 at 7:56 PM
I'm spooked by no noise whatsoever. lol. Thanks, Kim.
Jones Avatar
August 13, 2024 at 12:30 AM
lol fun and festive for Halloween!
Wolf Avatar
August 13, 2024 at 7:56 PM
Halloween?! This is for tonight at midnight! ~ Spooky
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