Spooky Halloween
In full moon frame hungry wolf silhouettes bark,
a cloudy castle on hazy hill top looms in the dark.
Through the rusty steel gate a figure in black cloak
comes out as the creepy grips of opaque night choke.
Arms stretched wide, he strides in air like a black bird,
like the Count of Transylvania, so the people heard.
As the moon reaches the top of starless steely sky,
he stands at my door, to stow my fear I vainly try.
Cold blue haze of eerie night smears his ashen face,
before I could run away I find me in his chilling brace.
With wolf's red eyes glaring, fangs protruding bloody lip,
tries to touch my jugular vein, he says, “your blood I will sip.
You will turn into a vampire, in Dracula’s castle I shall keep”.
Scared of imminent death I wake up terrified from sleep,
frozen in fear in the middle of the Halloween night.
The spooky nightmare still haunts me with fright.
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