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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.