Monday, October 31, 2011

A Halloween Treatsie

Faces cackle, faces glow,

round and round and round they go,

devils darting to and fro

death stones pop up row on row.

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Jack O'Lanterns, fire bright,

casting out their laughing light,

shadows shift in dark of night,

find you in the funhouse, dead of fright.

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Mad dogs howl, to raise the dead,

on corrupt flesh their spectre's fed,

white curtains stained with flecks of red

heavy steps beside your bed.

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Lullabies in minor key,

allowed the ghosts that slept there free,

to dance about the burning tree

the X's mark the trunk in threes.

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Trick or treat, the hour is late,

there is no more time to wait

spin the wheel to choose your fate

as the demons slam and lock the gates.

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Welcome to the carnivale,

the fair of fear that comes in fall

and once you've heard the barker's call

we will own your phantoms, one and all.






Copyright 2011 Cutter Murdoch

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