All Hallows’ Eve
A Transylvanian escapade,
A mummy-fest beyond the grave,
A night macabre, dark as death,
A gruesome hand, a withered leg,
A witches coven, broomstick freaks,
A night of candy, trick or treat.
Blood-curdling screams that ring through
The trees, telling of witches, ghosts and
Banshees, hot cauldron’s bubbling, mean
Spells galore, warty red spots and wide
Open sores.
Creepy dead creatures, white sightless eyes,
Beware of the dark on this auspicious night.
A coffin lid casually cast to one side,
The signs are he waits in a graveyard nearby,
He wears a black cape with a lining of red,
His teeth bear the blood of a beautiful neck.
Who might it be, well. three guesses all,
Don’t open the door, it might be - Dracula!
A wild night macabre like never before,
Unspeakable things knock and wait at the
Door, it’s a brave soul indeed who answers
The bell, for the caller that waits is too
Scary to tell.
Hallowe’en, Hallowe’en, scream if you dare,
But what good will it do? There’s nobody there!
What moved in the shadows, what played with
Your hair, a graveyard commotion, a ghoulish
Affair. A finger that beckons, ‘come into the
Woods’, keep walking, don’t dawdle, it’s after
Yer blood. But all that aside, ‘tis a night to believe,
In the fun and the spirit of All Hallows’ Eve.
© Joseph G Dawson
30/10/2019 and earlier
