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Halloween Night on the Misty Moors

Updated on November 1, 2017
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Pagan Poetry is a specialty of mine - I have a website called TheGypsyThread with more of my work.

A creeping doom fills the room

Crushing hope beneath its gloom


Feel it follow, down the darkened hollow

Wearing a heavy a cloak of sorrow


Crawling and sneaking, power increasing

Hell on earth; that’s what it’s releasing


Those scary dreams, becoming screams

Tearing souls at every seam


The dark black energy, impossible to see

In every grave, behind each tree


The veil is thin; there’s letting in

Those evil things, which live for sin


The opened doors on misty moors

Not quite sure just what’s in store


Halloween night, you’re filled with fright

Terror comes with every sight


The hour late, an open gate

Witches lure you with their bait


Ghosts and demons, things ‘a bleeding

No escaping from the season


Stranger sounds, throughout the towns

Braying wolves and barking hounds


Zombies rising, energizing

Wandering souls look appetizing


Fire your useless guns, then you try to run

Don’t dare stop, it’s just begun


Your pathway blocked, doors are locked

Prepare yourself to be shocked


Open holes that suck your soul

Bridges guarded by loathsome trolls


Vampire bats, feral cats

Shadow people wearing hats


Ravens flying, children crying

Everything intensifying


Bubbling potions, smoke in motion

Bedlam, noise, and commotion


An evil cackle, just like a jackal

A lunatic with a broken shackle


His crazy rage, outside his cage

Oh the terror he will rage!


Mutants bred, flying overhead

Teeth and claws are dripping red


No space place, no hidden space

Could be the end of the human race


Trick ‘or Treat seems incomplete

Unless you’re running in retreat


Grab some swag, avoid the hags

Stay away from body bags


Don’t stay out late, keep things straight

Never, ever, tempt your fate


Just be sure, to close your doors

When the Witches dance across the moors

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    Ralph Schwartz 2 weeks ago from Idaho Falls, Idaho

    Thanks for the compliments - something about a dark forest and a rising mist that conjures up a frightening scene....I just had to write about it!

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    Catherine Giordano 2 weeks ago from Orlando Florida

    What an evocative poem. I love the rhythm and rhymes. And lightly tinged with humor. Great job.

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    Gypsy Rose Lee 3 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

    Love this Halloween poem. The imagery is frightening and love the thought of witches dancing through the moors.