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It creeps up each year before November,
When the darkest of nights come around.
The kid looks around for a hand to dismember,
To the churchyard he strays, to hallowed ground.
There the dead he finds, cold in the grave,
With spade in hand, he search you out,
Digging each spade full, he thinks he is brave,
Black cat jumps up, with a scream,he scampers out.
Back he comes the intrepid one of the gang,
To finish the job of finding the severed limb,
As the lid creaks open, putrid air leaks out,
Slowly then as his trembling hand reaches in,
It is grasped by bony lifeless fingers from within,
As the scream is caught in the trespassers throat,
From the coffin below a hazy form drifts out,
I will not let you go, you have disturbed my rest.
Eternity you will spend with me you loathsome lout,
Now we all here will be rid of the Halloween pest.
© Dave Timperley  All Hallows Eve 31 October 2019

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 10/31/2019 4:36:00 PM
Perfect poem for Halloween, Dave.. Have a fun time tonight and be careful out there tonight with all the Witches, Werewolves, Ghosts, and Ghouls.. Hugs Eve
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Dave Timperley
Date: 11/1/2019 1:25:00 AM
Thanks for your comments, Eve. I enjoyed writing it. God Bless. D.
Date: 10/31/2019 1:49:00 PM
Hello Dave Timperley, that is a creepy tale. Good for a bed time story. Have a nice day my friend.
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Dave Timperley
Date: 11/1/2019 1:28:00 AM
Thanks Darlene, love your feedback. God Bless. D.
Date: 10/31/2019 11:00:00 AM
A creepy Halloween poem you have written well Dave :)
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Dave Timperley
Date: 10/31/2019 11:09:00 AM
Thank you so much Heidi. Lovely to hear from you. God Bless. D.