My Halloween, Your Horror
It was a Halloween night, one like tonight,
on which this event had taken place
There was a bloody and grizzly murder
by a man, who had no face.
She was just seventeen and all alone,
when that knock came to her door.
That poor little girl, with a future so bright,
is now gone, she’s nevermore.
Blood everywhere, but there was no body,
none the detectives could find.
There are so many thoughts and theories,
but only one really comes to mind.
You see, I have seen this man, too,
this man without the face,
but that was in another far off time
and also in another far off place.
I thought it was over, the murder, the bloodshed.
I guess, now, that I am wrong.
The killer had returned, with blood in his eyes
and now I wish I was wrong.
He lurks in the shadows to cover his trail,
an empty soul, traveling by night.
He seeks those who dared to do him wrong.
Killing them is his delight.
If you were unlucky to ever see his face
you would know he doesn’t have one at all.
For he lost it so many years ago,
when from a rooftop… a nasty fall.
To this day, he seeks his revenge
on those who had thrown him down.
The rage and the killing doesn’t stop with them,
but also anyone who is around.
How do I know so much of this man?
All you really have to do, is ask.
If I say, I would have to kill you then.
To tell you, I’d take off my mask.
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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