Since I'm kin to Edgar Allen Poe
I like for Halloween to cause much woe.
Out in the streets they're dressed up.
And with all their crimes they corrupt.
The more the merrier, I say let them go!
I swing my pendulum everyday.
Those who are wise better get out of my way.
Consider the dead
Even some in their bed.
Needs to get out on this day and play!
In the graveyard the zombies are restless.
In the cave tops the bats wings getting stressless.
They're ready to play
On this Halloween day.
When they finish tonight they'll be guestless!!!!!
Full moon listed, one Halloween night
A witch flared radioactive flight
Across the bow, around,
With such a swooshing sound,
Only a few saw this awesome sight.
She was adorned in black lacquered dress.
Her flight was erratic, under duress.
Plunging fast to the ground,
A whirlwind dive, no sound,
Upon impact, there was such a mess.
From the rubble there raised, a new form.
However, looked not much of the norm,
She stood, trying to sum.
Then spoke, watch out for rum.
Moreover, she needs to reform.
in heaven they fought
a halloween party sought….
down to earth they got
Happy Halloween from the creator of sin
Please open your mind and let me come in
I have to say that I can stay for a short while
I can teach you to hate : your heart to be vile
I’ll show you atrocities you’ve never seen
Enhancing your mind and soul : be unclean
Just hold my hand; the burning eternal flame
On this hollowed eve ; costumes spread my fame
On this hollowed eve, your children speak MY name
Woken in the dead
Of Night, Given
Myself such a fright
Screams aloud in my head
I can’t seem to go
Back to bed,
Knowing the creatures
Behind my walls
Waiting watching for
Me to doze off
Creepy crawlers all about
Just thinking of them
Makes me SHOUT!
This only happens once
A year and it always
Fill me with such fear
Its HALLOWEEN once again
As the all these monsters
Become real again.
Another one for Halloween :P
I'm passing by the old, scary house
That the eighty year old woman
Resides in with her black cat
Some thought she was a witch
When she would cast spells
With her black cat
Beside her
All the
Time.
One night, she came knocking on my door
Carrying bright red, tasty apples
She offered me one to eat
When I ate one, I died
The apples were full
Of blue poison;
She's a witch
After
All.
Dawn D. Kilby
Copyright ©2008 Dawn D. Kilby
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