Halloween Night on the Misty Moors

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A creeping doom fills the room

Crushing hope beneath its gloom

 

Feel it follow, down the darkened hollow

Adorned in a heavy a cloak of sorrow

 

Crawling and sneaking, it’s power increasing

Hell on earth; that’s what it’s releasing

 

Those scary dreams, soon becoming screams

Tearing souls at every seam

 

The dark black energy, impossible to see

In every grave, behind each tree

 

The veil is thin; there’s letting in

Those evil things, which live for sin

 

The opened doors on misty moors

Not quite sure just what’s in store

 

Halloween night, you’re filled with fright

Terror comes with every sight

 

The hour late, an open gate

Witches lure you with their bait

 

Ghosts and demons, things ‘a bleeding

No escaping from the season

 

Stranger sounds, throughout the towns

Braying wolves and barking hounds

 

Zombies rising, energizing

Wandering souls look appetizing

 

Fire your useless guns, then you try to run

Don’t dare stop, it’s just begun

 

Your pathway blocked, doors are locked

Prepare yourself to be shocked

 

Open holes that suck your soul

Bridges guarded by loathsome trolls

 

Vampire bats, feral cats

Shadow people with tin-foil hats

 

Ravens flying, children crying

Everything intensifying

 

Bubbling potions, smoke in motion

Bedlam, noise, and commotion

 

An evil cackle, just like a jackal

A lunatic with a broken shackle

 

Free from his cage, on a rampage

Brain decayed from bacteriophage

 

Mutants bred, flying overhead

Teeth and claws both dripping red

 

No safe place, no hidden space

Could be the end of the human race

 

Trick ‘or Treat seems incomplete

Unless you’re running in retreat

 

Grab some swag, avoid the hags

Stay away from body bags

 

Don’t stay out late, keep things straight

Never, ever, tempt your fate

 

Just be sure, to close your doors

When the Witches dance across the moors

thegypsy

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As a hopeless romantic at heart, Ralph indulges in romantic poetry, but also allows his mind time to wonder across all subjects.A master of vocabulary and word-use, Ralph has a writing style that gives his works their own life, often giving his readers just enough information that they end up doing additional research on his subject matter.
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