Petrified Halloween
In full moon’s mystic frame hungry wolf’s silhouette howls,
in the creepy stillness a tall figure in black cloak comes out
through the spiked rusty gate of a castle on the smoky hill.
Arms stretched wide he wafts in air like a hooded black bird
like the Count used to do in Transylvania, as the story goes.
When the moon reaches the canopy of the starless slate sky,
I see petrified, the dark figure standing in shade outside my door,
the cold blue gleam of the eerie night smeared on the ashen face.
Before I could retract I find myself clasped in his strong arms,
with wolf's red eyes glaring, fangs piercing his bloody lips pressed
on my jugular vein, in hoarse voice he says “your blood I will sip,
you will turn to a vampire, in Dracula’s castle you will live with me”.
October 11, 2020
Contest : Halloween Fright
Sponsor : Carolyn Devonshire
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