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Fierce goblins rode these wolves,
their curved scimitars, raining death,
their fierce visage could freeze the heart,
they moved with the giant spiders,
death comes in so many ways.
The battle on the right was terrible,
blood did flow like a river,
black, blue, green and red,
what horror stalked Badicha.
Already, the foot soldiers are charging into the trees,
they now had the bloodthirst,
it would be their greatest strength,
run on, you soldiers of glories breath.
through the trees with all your might,
there seems to be no fear in their hearts,
they are now berserker,
they now face death without fear.
The golden king and his knights,
they charged up the left flank of the main foot,
swords and spears striking death,
the dragon banner of gold, held high aloft.
There charge broke against the enemy, a terrible crash,
wolves and arlaghs are falling,
the sword and the spear striking home,
the enemy taken by surprise.
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The mother of the storm is in full flow,
forward into the rear of the Arlaghs her chariot ran,
her white hair streaming out behind her,
the storm spear striking home.
Her chariot running over broken bodies,
her scream, that of the storm,
battle fire alive within her eyes,
Dark men following her into the fray.
The battle storm was alive and boiling,
this charge drove home,
still the Arlaghs fighting on,
some now turn to face the storm.
Arlaghs, they never retreat,
they make their stand, live or die,
forward rode the Dark men after their mother,
the battle now met with such ferocity.
Then, such a heartfelt cry,
one never heard in Alahsar before,
it came from deep within a soul,
the soul of the mother of the storm.
Amidst the throng, she saw an arrow strike her son,
she saw him fall to his knees,
instinctively, she reined in her horses,
the chariot came to a stop.
To be continued ..........
Forbidden To Me
I groan flat footed
my love
For your witches brew I drank
Those words
you wrote
goblins sink
not me
For your
broomstick's journey
through our house
of no love
crimped
my hopes
Still
I'm tickled by your pinks
Your lips
I phantom
singing a sweet melody
your song
spawning
blue skies
forbidden to me
To my lonely eyes
a sighting of you
a longing
a few words
forbidden to me
A sadness I emit
my love
a groan
from pits of my hell
Yet
lending of your ears
a forbidden apple for me
I admit
... to the core
in the wake
of your forbidden spells on me
I would take a bite, my love
connie pachecho
7/29/17
A weird disturbance in the belfry….werewolves or worse?
Batwing held on a bit tighter to her bulging old purse.
Count Dracula’s red eyes bounced open in morbid surprise.
Spooky goblins chasing ghouls. Gargoyles smiles are on the rise.
October is the month for things to be slightly amiss.
The ebony toad hops away from warm cauldron’s kiss.
Witches on wispy broomsticks, showing off strange tricks.
Coffin sleepers glory in trick-or-treating shticks.
Magic in the air, anticipatory sheen.
What day is it daughter? Of course it’s Halloween.
Grab your mask, your costume and orange madness boots.
The owls are all atwitter, hooting pumpkin shoots.
I was going to a haunted house, a ghoulish affair
Advertised in town with signs noting, "BEWARE."
They were posted with this cautionary warning:
"If you enter, there will be reasons for mourning.
Zombies will haunt you; you'll shiver with fright.
Vampires will be feasting this Halloween night!"
I drove to the site, looking forward to each hoax
but stopped when I saw goblins flying in the oaks.
They looked so real, but I knew it was only trickery.
I was ready to face the beasts, spooks and witchery.
I ventured into the eerie house, a smile on my face
until spiders fell on my head. This was a horrible place!
I saw a headless creature, blood gushing everywhere.
In the horror of the scene, I screamed words of swear!
I've never been inclined to use expletives of profanity,
but fear beseiged my senses near the point of insanity!
Something wet touched my neck, and I was paralyzed.
A freaky creature approached, as an alien, disguised.
I kicked the diabolic fiend, hell-bent on my abduction,
not scared enough to fall for a phony Martian seduction.
It had been a maze of dark corridors, frightfully bizarre.
All too realistic, I thought, as I walked back to my car.
I didn't notice the cluster of spiders crawling behind me
and laughed as the speakers faked the wails of a banshee.
It was cleverly staged, and I was impressed by each hoax,
until I was captured by those goblins flying in the oaks!!!
October 24, 2020
Emile Pinet's Halloween Challenge
10 required words: alien, blood, cautionary, vampires, trickery,
abduction, paralyzed, Halloween, feasting, diabolical
It’s autumn time, and leaves are turning gold.
Before the harvest , folks still celebrate
a fascinating holiday of old.
With black and orange, you might decorate
the inside of your home. Perhaps you’ll thrill
to carve a pumpkin with a scary face.
Black cats might pose upon your windowsill
while ghosts and goblins hang from your fireplace.
As darkness creeps, it’s likely you will see
parades of costumed children in the streets,
so if they’re seen in your vicinity,
remember to be generous with treats.
And if a haunting wind begins to blow,
the poetry of Halloween may flow!
Written Sept. 10, 2013 for Russell Sivey's Everything Halloween Poetry Contest
Shadows blend, darkened forms melt as the chilling night falls
Into the splendor of the unknown blackness, answering your calls.
Hearing you calling me from the wilderness of the night.
Wandering through the dark abyss, searching without a light.
I fear not, of the ghosts and goblins, their presence subdued.
Still faint your calls grow louder as my hope is ever renewed.
Blindness created by the pitch-black veil I venture into.
Mesmerized by the silence surrounding your calls, now few.
Step after step I feel the night engulf me, stirring a bravery.
Tripping over brambles, surging through this black drapery.
Ghosts begin to taunt me swirling around my head.
I am not bothered and run through them without dread.
Chilled by the cold night air, as it dries up all my tears.
Stark silence stirs me as now I realize my worst fears.
Solitude wakens me to what night did not allow me to see.
My beautiful one you are calling me, from a place I cannot be.
Alice Run!
Down Down, the rabbit hole!
A secrete place
Escape away
Monsters and Goblins
Just tales of old
Vamps and Witches
Only exist in the real world
In that land, up above
In man, without love
In a strange land, a
Truth-twisted, God-resisted land
Man's evil addiction
Quick now Alice,
Back to fiction
Alice, no!
A girl on tv
She's a mother to be
Do they hate her
Because they fear
She not their normalsy
Beasts with nothing to do
So its all up to you
To voice and say
She's not a freak, she's not ugly
Oh Alice, what will we do?
Evil is real
Not pretend, not fiction
It is that of man
With no Godly conviction
Oh Alice, take me with you
Down Down, the rabbit hole
Lets leave behind
The obsene real-world
I hear the victims cry
And the headstones say
Come a lil closer
We're still hungry
But Alice is sane
As sane as a mad-hatter
She'll stand the test of time
Alice can see up rabbit hole
And perhaps in time
In this land of rhyme
She'll see no reason to go
Air is altering its pattern
Dusks are getting crispier
Nights are falling earlier
Sun is taking time to rise up
Leaves are changing their colors
Trees are showing off their fiery flairs
Pine needles and acorns have scattered all over
Halloween is around the corner
Ghosts and goblins are appearing at the doors with vampires
Skeletons and ghouls are hanging out near front arrivals
Entries are surrounded in the webs of humongous spiders
Witches and Jack-o’-lanterns are getting ready to welcome visitors
Black cats are showing up
Owls and spooky bats are flapping their flutters
Crescent moon is decorating the night skies with its shiny silver
Town is preparing itself to entertain little monsters
Plump round pumpkins are showing shades of orange, auburn and ginger
Costumes are being bought in stores
Candy containers can be seen in shops’ every corner
Eager children are getting ready for Halloween pleasure
Houses are smelling with sweet scents of candles
Kitchens are spreading aromas of pies cooked with cinnamon
Taste buds are savoring spicy warm apple ciders
Families are ready to greet and treat trick-or-treaters
Morning deceived me in its venue
dark, gray skies continued,
drip drop droppings of cold rain
dragging on in a weekend strain.
September closed in wind-swept chills
stalking the heated summer thrills,
leaving one unendless cloud of gray
gracing the first of October days.
There is a rush of seasonal perks
green grass, flowers bloom in the last burst,
but every morning wakes within a haze
colder chills and icy rain maze.
Trees cling to their clustered eaves
branches forced to dance in every breeze
apples ripen but are small and demure
a choice for everyday cures.
Squirrels gather to bury nuts and acorns
as pathways from rain stream forms
with houses Halloween adorned
for witches, ghosts and goblins reborn.
This is the first call for fires and hearth
October spreads upon the revolving earth
revealing every color known to man
to walk and view the earthly sands.
glib glassy green-eyed gruesome ghoulish goblins grabbing gloriously
glitzy glimmers of gourmet garnish. Giants give garbled ghosts gruff
growls. Gargantuous groups of glamorous gargoyles give greeters
goopy green gravy. Garbanzos grab globs of giant gamblling goulash.
Glum grieving giraffes generate gibberish in German. Granulated grocers gripe about grimy glittering goblets. Gainful games google greening, guessing about grimy graveyards of gruffly grotesque ghouls. Glam Grandma Gigi gazed at gradual greasy grasshopper’s greedy game-changing griddles and granolas. Grazing garbled granite gleaned Greta Garbo’s grateful giblet. Gus’s glorious greasy gangly go-go galoshes garnishing Gilly's’s gristled grizzled gemstone gleaning gallons of gracious gangly gallows.