The Witching Hour
Heralding in the witching hour,
Halloween celebrates the dead.
And creatures of the night waken;
as zombies, vampires, and goblins.
The portals to hell opened up,
allowing spirits to roam free.
And on that night, they come to life,
gathering within the shadows.
Witches, werewolves, demons, and ghosts,
mingle amidst the unwary.
And before this foul evening ends,
they will feast upon human flesh.
Abominations and monsters
wander upon this Hallowed Eve.
But at the stroke of midnight, hell's
gates get sealed till next Halloween.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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