Drip Go the Children-A Halloween Poem

Drip... drip drip... drip A gentle rain fell to the ground one beautiful Autumn day, when the children of the village went out to play. Colored leaves were piled so high like soft fluffy mountains that reach for the sky, in shades of Fall, green, yellow and red, the skeletal trees, so bare, seemed dead. Loud and sweet they laughed and sang, too bad they missed when the church bell rang. On that awful eve was it luck or fate when the precious young kids stayed out too late. ~~~~~~~~~~ The mask he wore was one of discord, all twisted and bent much like his soul, nothing to redeem him, he was evil! ~~~~~~~~~~ Drip... drip... drip The droplets ceased as they joked of the beast who was recently released from the psycho ward, they said he was cured, but no one believed, had they all been deceived? The doctors were sure, but perhaps premature, when they released him that day and sent him away. ~~~~~~~~~~ Back to the house where he was raised, to live anew his ghastly remembrance of how he was treated with his mother's harsh torment. ~~~~~~~~~~ Drip... drip A fading sound as dusk arrived and the winds began to howl, it was time for the ghosts and ghoulies to prowl. From house to house the door bells rang, as trick or treat, to each person, they sang. Candy was given to each little ghost by brightly dressed ladies and vampire hosts. Hair raising screams were heard through the night, but no one suspected from actual fright. Each little one managed to make it home safe except for the lonely occasional waif. ~~~~~~~~~~ After each knock he looked through the door, waiting so patient to meet a new friend. But shy he was so he chose carefully the ones who needed a friend like he. ~~~~~~~~~~ Drip From the ceiling, drip from the door, from the walls and the bodies of the kids to the floor, The red viscus liquid coated the stair where hung three young girls from their long auburn hair. Two boys like sconces were nailed to the wall, another arranged like a porcelain doll. The putrid smell that filled the air was more then even the policemen could bare, and others were found throughout the place, but, of the madman, there wasn't a trace. ~~~~~~~~~~ Drip... drip drip... drip He felt the moisture in his eyes as the droplets traced his chin Wiping his face, the tears he cried dripped slowly to the ground. His anger grew as each child was removed and he left his home. Now he had to find a new place, and new friends! 10/04/15