On Halloween Night - Hell's Gate
On Halloween Night - Hell’s Gate
Hell’s Gate, a misshapen, naturally occurring stone arch,
Towering over a smelly stagnant stream,
Scary, eerie, and darkly foreboding;
Not so inviting, crawling with creepy ghostly trees
That sprouted twisted thorns resembling the Devil’s crown;
And the stench of death hovered in the stale air.
Feared by the village folks, Hell’s Gate was known
To be home to many unholy creatures, and tales abound
About four-fingered duendes, with feet turned backwards,
Chupacabras that sucked the life's blood from animals,
Venomous two-headed albino vipers, and even La Llorona,
The Weeping Lady, who spirited children away to a watery grave.
Only the very brave dared to venture near Hell’s Gate.
Adults would not go there even in broad daylight,
Children quivered and hid under thick covers in their beds;
Especially on Halloween night when evil spirits roamed about,
And the mouth of Hell’s Gate was open wide -
Waiting to trap unsuspecting souls.
Notes: Duendes are fairy or goblin-like creatures that lack thumbs. They can be
crafty and evil.
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