On Halloween Night
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It was All Saints Eve, Halloween,
And from my window I watched;
Children dressed in various disguises,
Trick or treating to each house,
Where Jack-o-lanterns shined;
On Halloween Night.
Inside my house candles flickered,
The corners filled with shadow;
Upon a table was an ornate Ouija board,
Waiting for my guest to settle,
It was time to open the door;
On Halloween Night.
With our hands on the planchette,
We asked the spirits that dwelled;
To show us a sign or perhaps a presence,
A long silence was thick and eerie,
Candles blew out and a door creaked;
On Halloween Night.
We heard a man's harsh whisper,
I could feel his breath on my cheek;
As though he was leaning over me,
All of us were frozen in cold fear,
As footsteps on wood echoed away;
On Halloween night.
It was that very night in my bed,
That I felt my covers being pulled away;
And I had an odd feeling I was not alone,
I felt his open mouth hanging over me,
Then I was screaming and screaming;
On Halloween night.
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August 31, 2014
Poetry/Narrative/On Halloween Night
Copyright Protected, ID 08-595-563-31
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
Entered in the Standard contest, Halloween (old poems),
sponsor, A Poet Destroyer, Judged 09/2014
Seventh Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2014
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