by Terrence Aym

Created on: October 02, 2009

The Halloween Horror

The night was dreary, filled with gloom.
Each cottage along the path loomed up like a tomb.
Across the foggy lane a crone wearing an odd hat,
Was on her knees stroking a shrieking black cat.

Each step I took was ponderous and weary.
No where to be found was something cheery.
From a dark church played an organ, out of tune.
In the sky glowering down on me a skull-shaped moon.

With relief I reached my hallowed hearth,
Flung wide the door expecting mirth,
Instead was greeted by a vision from hell,
Causing teeth to chatter and brain to swell.

A green-faced banshee in the room,
Looking like she had lost her broom,
Electrodes on her head did sit,
With cucumber eyes putting me in a fit.

What's wrong with you? the wraith did ask,
It's me, your wife under this beauty mask,
I'm just getting ready, don't you see,
'Cause your taking me to the Halloween party!

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