Even though there is no Halloween Poem Contest anymore in 2020, I got sent a beautiful Halloween poem that I would like to share with you, with the permission of the author, Mark Egan.
‘Don’t Go Outside’
‘Don’t go outside’, the girl she said
And said twice more, ‘lest we be dead’
She feared a sprite this Hallows Eve
With an endless hunger for souls to feed
To garner strength from lives ashriven
From the essence of the living
‘Don’t leave me here’, the girl she begged
‘Tis a darkling night, one full of dread
A spooky, creepy graysome night
I fear that I might die from fright
And then I’ll pass beyond the veil
Myself a spirit who’ll moan and wail’
‘Don’t make a sound’, the girl did whisper
I feel it’s close, my hearts a jitter
I hear it’s tread, it’s cloven gait
It’s funeral march, it’s wicked hate
It’s gaping maw, it’s jagged teeth
It’s claws and arms, stretched out in reach’
‘I think it’s here’, the girl did say
Her voice a ghost, yet quiet and fae
I smelled her breath sour and sweet
I felt her heart a fearsome beat
‘Don’t go outside’, she once more said
She laughed and lunged, then I was dead.
(The copyright of this poem is with Mark Egan, please respect this poem as his property)
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