They Return On Hallow's Eve

Cold splinters the black night.
Between the aged headstones,
Sullen eyes move through the mist.

This one night they live again.
Black hearts beat once more,
Blood lust again unleashed.

Evil hovers above the open grave,
Ears deaf to the howling of the damned.
The night of terror has begun…..
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Fraser Avatar
October 22, 2009 at 12:05 PM
Excellent Haloween write Barbara >> James
Nunn Avatar
October 21, 2009 at 4:24 PM
A scary good write, enjoyed it...thanks on The old outhouse....no it does not bring back great thoughts, but the Castor Oil was worse...Thanks Danny
Williamson Avatar
October 21, 2009 at 8:27 AM
And a Happy Halloween to you, Barbara! (Also, thanks so much for your great comment of Pink Lady). -gene.
George   Avatar
October 20, 2009 at 2:01 AM
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Chills ran up my spine. Good one, Barbara. Love, Elaine
Robbins Aka Gonzo Avatar
October 19, 2009 at 10:59 AM
Great write love it really Halloween is my favorite time of the year so this poem really brings back some great memories
Gass Avatar
October 19, 2009 at 5:45 AM
Excellent work, Barbara! Well written and very intense. It sounds like the opening/intro of a horror novel. Well done! Love, Robin
Jordan Avatar
October 18, 2009 at 7:03 PM
Barbara wow - ssspooky - loved it - school is going very well - it is quite the challenge I'm not very well educated at all but at mid term I have 3a 1a- its all basic ed and typing - I love it though hon its like I'm back to where my life went astray and making the corrections to become who I should have been all along - thank you for asking -YF4l - God Bless,mj
Smith-Johnsen Avatar
October 18, 2009 at 2:14 PM
Ooooooooohhhh that's sssssscccaaarrryyy! Shivering jitters, what terror lurks near the deads' stones. Excellent Halloween poem, Barbara.
Esquire Avatar
October 17, 2009 at 11:27 PM
Dear Barbara, I'm scared Please Hold me in Your arms all night until the morning Light and beyond LOVE YOU ALWAYS...HG
Devonshire Avatar
October 16, 2009 at 2:14 PM
You certainly set the mood for a night of ghosts rising to "live again" on Halloween, Barbara. Great work, my fellow LNC. Love, Carolyn
Goff Avatar
October 15, 2009 at 7:14 PM
I know this spirit, BG... and have looked him in the eyes... fine art here! my friend!... jim
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