The Awakening At Halloween
The Awakening at Halloween.
The clock struck midnight as it turned Halloween, time to wake the dead.
The man entered the dark cemetery and walked to grave 13 up ahead
The shovel struck the grave 13 times till he reached flesh and bone
He sprinkled her shrunken body with yellow dust and heard the subdued moan.
Arise, Queen of the Undead, her face as grotesque in death and life
Her shrunken skin sallow as her lifeless eyes looked on the bloody knife
She cackled and shouted aloud the spell to awake her brethren in death
They arose in an eerie silence, arms outstretched till at last they met.
It was time to fill the grave again with new flesh and blood
To drag back their victim's bodies till the ground turned red tinged mud.
This Halloween night be aware if you sense an evil presence unknown
Should a lifeless hand hold you or a chill goes to your bones
Run as fast as you can before its you under the grave stone.
Copyright © Judy Jaisinghani | Year Posted 2017
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