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Shadows of a thousand years rise,
voices whisper in the trees;
on Hollow Eve !
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Hollow Eve
It is Halloween, Hollow Eve's dark night,
my friends and I are dressed like vampires and witches;
with a purpose of candy and also to cause fright.
The neighborhood is an alien landscape,
I am one of the undead- a blood sucker parasite;
and a big part of my costume is my silk black cape.
We walk with vigilance- our steps cautionary,
as we pass monsters dreadful and sinister;
a shaded form opens the gate of a cemetery.
His smile is trickery for I sense evil in that smile,
those white teeth look quite long and very sharp;
he appears diabolical with a gaze quite vile.
As he comes closer I am paralyzed with fear,
I seem to be powerless and frozen in place;
suddenly, he is before me and his face is more clear.
But before I can scream out at my abduction,
he carries me among the tombstones and graves
oh, he is beautiful and I am in a trance of seduction
Entering a crypt the light is growing dark and dim,
he places me within a coffin and lays beside me;
and with greed drinks my blood - but it is not grim.
With groans of pleasure he takes my vital juice,
and I take his sumptuous nourishing plasma. . .
each night feasting - oh, from his spell I will never be loose
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October 20, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/Hollow Eve
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1296-612-20
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Halloween Challenge
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 11/7/20
Fourth Place
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