MANY HAVE GONE

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Demonic (2015)

 

 

Light the path

through the woods

to the house at the edge

where many have gone.

 

Follow the puffs of smoke

through the rocks and brush

to the end of the trail

where many have gone.

 

Climb the broken steps

into the dark hallway

to the dark basement

where many have gone.

 

Descend the narrow staircase

to the deep water

and hanging traps

where many have gone.

 

Face the row of doors

on the opposite wall

past the circular saws

where many have gone.

 

Open the wrong door

to the caged tigers

whose cages lift open

where others have disappeared.

 

THE DEAD GAME

CREEPY SCARY

 

 

 

The door.

Open it.

Step inside.

You might find paradise,

or death might be waiting.

You’ll never know

unless you open the door.

RETREAT

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The night is here

and much too soon.

Darkness descends

with the full moon.

 

I shiver from the cold

as a strong wind whips past.

The moon hovers closer.

I hope this doesn’t last.

 

Dark shadows gather.

Trees fade in the mist.

Night has won again.

I can’t handle this.

 

The moon’s glare defeats me.

I retreat to my lair.

With the wind at my back,

I must escape from here.

 

 

 

TRICK OR TREAT

 

A house sits on a rise of land.

Watching.

Waiting.

Maybe it isn’t the house

that waits,

but the character

who lives inside.

Trick or treat.

 

HAPPY HALLOWDAY

 

 

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IT’S TIME

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The house sits alone,

Night after night.

Ghosts inhabit its walls.

Demons live below its floors,

Waiting for the night

When the moon bleeds red

And shadows walk tall.

Lights shine through the windows.

Sounds creep from the basement.

It’s time.

 

 

 

INTO THE DARK NIGHT

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INTO THE DARK NIGHT

Follow me along the cobbled road.

Shadows lurk and float on by.

Hurry, catch up before I grow old.

Winged creatures fill the night sky.

My high heels click against the cobbled stones.

This way to the oldest building in town.

Take care not to step on any bones.

Curve your mouth to remove that awful frown.

Up the steps, we go.

Please walk through the open door.

Is he friend or foe?

Multiple heads hint at more.

Growls fill the still air.

Darkness permeates the long room.

Reaching hands grow near.

A woman flies by on a broom.

“Surprise” is shouted by all.

Lights shine brightly in our faces.

Enters a man ten feet tall.

Standing high on metal braces.

He holds a cake rimmed with black bats.

The audience quiets to a hush.

My friends approach in party hats.

They sing to me as I hide a blush.

“Happy Halloween” and “Happy Birthday”

Become “Happy Hallowday.”

As I bow my head and enjoy my day.

A prank I must soon repay.