Hate Halloween Poems

Being a parsel-tongue, I knew I was Slytherine, of course.
Dressing in scales and slithering would give it away though.
So I dressed as my patronus, seventeen-hands...

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To Kill a Wild Rabbit - FICTION

The small winding valley was cold and dank.
Nothing stirred as darkness descended quickly.
Dusk brought an ominous cloud of evil...

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Stardust lay o'ver demon who had lost a gleeman
Shadowy as nightfall, haunted like vile downfall

...

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As I Rose From Purple Slumberland, My Heart Red Aflame

As I rose from purple slumberland, my heart red aflame
There within crackling old bones was an...

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Enemy Mine


An enemy imagined is greater than an enemy that is real. For a real enemy can be killed, but an imagined enemy is invincible....

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Frankenstein was only a monster because that's what people made him out to be.
He was actually a kind and gentle soul but that was what...

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I jumped a bit when the hearse was slammed.
My bones were brittle, and I felt quite damned.
My flesh was starting to gray up, it gave...

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Monsters are sneaking out of closets in the middle of the night.
Tiptoeing around your bed, waiting to give you just the right fright.
Clown dolls with...

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When I was a child I carved pumpkins in silly ways.
I enjoyed adding pointed teeth and hair in gobs of frays.
I always made the eyes...

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Baron Von Frankenstein sent me, an invitation to the ball
To be held on Hallows Eve, at his castle in the great hall
I had nothing planned...

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Woke up in my bed with blood on my lips.
It was salty and gamey, and I craved more.
The man next to me had weird eyes.
They...

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                A vicious spell has been cast 
  ...

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in electric nightmares of horrors unseen 
we will know the hour of our demise. 
We huddle in fear and terror. 
Something scratches at the door...

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...a bitter time

WINTER OF MISERY
It clings to all...
Freezing our bones.
Chilling our passion...
Land's are lost in this winters Blizzard...
A cold season of bitter fruits.
A life that...

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Circler and sharp
Around and jagged
Disjoined in thought
Unfocused in point
Spinning out of control
Broken filaments of twine
Laced locked in gears
It is near the end of time
Nails of...

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