Feeding the Dark Side

If only I could be ElaineScisorsHands, under tonight's half moon; on the precise sec past midnight I'd creep into deep shadows and slice evil in two. SLASH! SLASH! Black cats and black rats and even blindass black bats, would go cross-eyed with terror feeling the ominous... impending global doom. I'd swing my long black cloak round myself and, hop on its tail, and be swooped up by the howling winds, setting me off on my aim. SLASH! SLASAH! I'd cut out chunks of infested flesh, pluck out pink, rheumy eyes with their bloody stringy bits- slice up and stab all evil doers in their deformed spineless-backs. Once I've made full circle round this orbital globe- chopping and dicing and splicing, I'd swoop back into my dank hovel, with my cloak pockets glug-full and, long shiny serrated blades dripping coagulated black blood. I'd reach for my engraved crystal goblet and, drip blood in ...PLOP! PLOP! SWIPE! SWIPE! then wring my cloak tail of every gruesome drop. Wholly satisfied, on this grave Halloween night, I'd feed my dark side on the dark side of the moon. * note my FB name was Elaine Petgrave