if there is one lesson you need to learn around Halloween
it is to not irritate or double cross a skeleton ghost named Ween
He brings sorrow to you in many ways if he thinks he has been tricked
His get-even-antics and retaliations are more horrible than being licked.
He has a skeleton head; the rest of him is a pure white ghost.
A vampire living in Transylvania is usually Ween’s regular host.
As you can see right now by his determined expression and intent.
He is going to make someone miserable, it is his way to vent.
"In the bordering mountains and city streets of Transylvania, the seductive starved immortals appear." quote by poet
Restless is the shadowy inky night,
Even as full moon hangs in possession,
Enthralling hour drench shine encompasses
Fields of living crimson blood lunar light.
A shrill prolonged whistle in the distance
Of alien presence, stalking trickery,
Dialectic abduction, and murder,
Behest by Inhumans complete the night.
Take heed to persons who are brave enough
To be out in the dark, lanterns in hands
Of unsteady fingers, and stumbling steps.
Take any beyond dire utmost caution.
Don't stare paralyzed at red eyes that glare
In ominous dark, warnings of danger
With fear or murdered by a single bite
Of the charismatic hungry vampire.
In full moon frame hungry wolf silhouettes bark,
a cloudy castle on hazy hill top looms in the dark.
Through the rusty steel gate a figure in black cloak
comes out as the creepy grips of opaque night choke.
Arms stretched wide, he strides in air like a black bird,
like the Count of Transylvania, so the people heard.
As the moon reaches the top of starless steely sky,
he stands at my door, to stow my fear I vainly try.
Cold blue haze of eerie night smears his ashen face,
before I could run away I find me in his chilling brace.
With wolf's red eyes glaring, fangs protruding bloody lip,
tries to touch my jugular vein, he says, “your blood I will sip.
You will turn into a vampire, in Dracula’s castle I shall keep”.
Scared of imminent death I wake up terrified from sleep,
frozen in fear in the middle of the Halloween night.
The spooky nightmare still haunts me with fright.
Biting
Sighting
Nov 3, 2022
for Brian Strand's A New Hiku Footle Tanka Poetry Contest
In the frame of full moon hungry silhouette wolfs bark,
a grey castle on the mystique hill top looms in the dark.
Through the rusty steel gate a tall figure in black cloak
comes out as the creepy grips of the opaque night choke.
Arms stretched wide, he strides on air like a black bird,
as the Count did in Transylvania, so the people heard.
When the moon reaches the top of starless steely sky,
he stands at my door, while to stow the fear I vainly try.
Cold blue haze of the eerie night smears the ashen face,
before I try to run away I find myself in his chilling brace.
With wolf's red eyes glaring, fangs protruding bloody lip
to touch my jugular vein, he says, “your blood I will sip.
You will turn into vampire, in Dracula’s castle I will keep”.
Scared of imminent death I got up terrified from sleep,
frozen to the core in the middle of the Halloween night.
The alarming nightmare scene still haunts me with fright.
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October 14, 2022
Rhyme checked at RhymeZone.com
Contest : 12-16 Lines Of A Scary Halloween Rhyme
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin
Aroma I feel is thy blood
Sucking thou until it made a flood
My teeth rooting into thy hypodermis
Fearlessness, braveness is what thou will miss
Because I escaped from Transylvania
To see thou, being in an utopia
I will be in the witching hours soon
When the wolves are howling to the moon
Thou have already got thy omen
Hide or thy house will fill with men
To recite all about your obituary
I will escape again at least to a sanctuary
Now thou may know me from my name
I am there with a high fame
A person with bleeding clothes who cannot be tame
Maybe thou wish to be the same
Yes, I am so vigorous than a salvo flame
Won't fall with your childish blame
Sharpened my teeth from where I came
Your veins and blood is my only aim
Ghost will just visit and go
Beldams will scare you not much more
But me as a vampire is a bedevil
Drinking your blood till my heart fill
In the full moon’s mystic frame an alien wolf in silhouette howls,
in the diabolical stillness a tall figure in black cloak comes out
through the spiked rusty gate of the castle perched on smoky hill.
Arms stretched wide he wafts in the air like a hooded black bird,
like the Count used to do in Transylvania, as the age-old story goes.
When the moon hovers over the canopy of the starless slate sky,
I see paralyzed, the dark figure standing in shade outside my door,
cold blue gleam of the Halloween night feasting on the ashen face.
Fearing abduction I find myself clasped in his arms of trickery,
with cautionary eyes glaring, and fangs piercing gory lips pressed
on my jugular vein, in hoarse voice he says “your blood I will sip,
you’ll be one of my vampires, in the castle of Dracula you’ll live”.
October 23, 2020
Contest : Halloween Challenge
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
In full moon’s mystic frame hungry wolf’s silhouette howls,
in the creepy stillness a tall figure in black cloak comes out
through the spiked rusty gate of a castle on the smoky hill.
Arms stretched wide he wafts in air like a hooded black bird
like the Count used to do in Transylvania, as the story goes.
When the moon reaches the canopy of the starless slate sky,
I see petrified, the dark figure standing in shade outside my door,
the cold blue gleam of the eerie night smeared on the ashen face.
Before I could retract I find myself clasped in his strong arms,
with wolf's red eyes glaring, fangs piercing his bloody lips pressed
on my jugular vein, in hoarse voice he says “your blood I will sip,
you will turn to a vampire, in Dracula’s castle you will live with me”.
October 11, 2020
Contest : Halloween Fright
Sponsor : Carolyn Devonshire
There once was a man from Pennsylvania
Who checked out the night life in Transylvania
He met a girl one night
Who took him out for a bite
Ya know, a night out with Vampira will drain ya!
SEGOVIA AND MADRID
I land on this wee planet of Segovia.
Has blood-red skies, like Transylvania.
Knees start knocking, afraid to answer.
The room grows suddenly cold..brrr.
Suddenly a star, happenstance a ship
appears and I hop in it, as I flip
off the fanged nightmare I leave behind.
We head for Madrid - the bulls are more kind.
I sing a song:
~ Between Segovia and Madrid
Two wondrous destinations
I live to tell the tale of both ~
~ Segovia’s blood thirsty
Oh, the torture’s never ending
The sky’s on fire
It’s the living dead ~
~ But Madrid, oh you’ll live
It’ll chase you down
What a thrill ~
~ You’re full of bull if you think
You can outrun Count Dracula
Come drink in life
O Madrid ~
7/18/2019
H W Longfellow Inspired Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Julia Ward
Trump was confused by the cockamania,
Along with his supporters in Pennsylvania;
His mind set;
Deep in debt;
Wanted Trump to transfer to Transylvania.
Jim Horn
In the frame of full moon silhouette hungry wolf barks
A grey castle on mystique hill top looms in the dark
Through the rusty steel gate a tall figure in black cloak
Comes out, the creepy stillness of the flimsy night chokes.
Arms stretched wide he walks on air like a hooded black bird
As the Count did in Transylvania people heard.
When the moon reaches the top of starless steely sky
He stands at my door, to stow the fear I vainly try.
Cold blue light of the eerie night smears the ashen face
Before I could retract I find myself in his brace
With wolf's red eyes glaring and fangs pressing bloody lips
On my jugular vein, he says your blood I will sip
You turn a vampire, in Dracula’s castle I’ll keep.
September 25, 2017.
Form : Rhyme. Syllable count : 13 each line.
Contest : Halloween Scare
Sponsored by : Russell Sivey.
VLAD THE IMPALER
Aren’t you “Vlad” to see me?
He bares his Transylvania teeth.
“Impaler” and of the “Order of the Dragon”
That devil, Dracula’s out for blood.
6/16/2017
My Mother started taking pills
Believing it would cure all her ills
But instead of harmony, she became a pharmacy
My world turned upside side down, no more normalcy
She became someone who I didn't know
This isn't the person who helped me grow
She claimed schizophrenia, all I saw was mania
With all her monsters, our home became Transylvania
I'd lock my bedroom door at night
Fall asleep full of fright
Thinking she just might, kill me in her plight
I talked to her doctor, was told to go away
The police were no help, man this cray
Unless she actually caused harm, they would not raise the alarm
But for me and my brothers our home was a farm
Tried to get her committed, but was met with resistance
No matter how loud I voiced my persistence
She'd disappear in the night, wondering what went wrong
How many times do we have to scream out the same old song
MOM, WHERE ARE YOU? I think she's lost in the forest
Where's the woman who was always there for us
All these years later, all the tears they have dried
Though she's alive, I live as if it was the day Mother died.
She asks "May I dance with you, sweet Dracula
I really enjoy your Transylvania Twist
Perhaps later on a sexy slow dance
I'll happily expose neck and wrist
I love that red cape flows with ease
While others stare with jealous eyes
The undead boogie is such a treat
It makes me feel weak in my thighs
Your eyes are very hypnotic
I have not one thought for another
Yes my blood has begun to turn cold
Still you make this heart feel a flutter
When the evening is done don't fly away
I'll gladly accompany you to your crypt
Just one more time around the dance floor
Wait! Is that my blood I see on your lip?"
For the May I Dance With You Halloween Contest sponsored by Galen DS.
Note: "Transylvania Twist" is from the song Monster Mash.
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