The Prince of Darkness"

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Gather ‘round all you ghosts and goblins.
A scarey tale I will tell.

About "All Hallow’s Eve",

And the creatures from the depths of hell.

It starts out with a full moon,

Back in my childhood days.

Submitted: October 28, 2007

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Gather ‘round all you ghosts and goblins.

A scarey tale I will tell.

About "All Hallow’s Eve",

And the creatures from the depths of hell.

It starts out with a full moon,

Back in my childhood days.

All were so excited over the treats and pranks we would play.

Pop corn balls to munch on, toilet paper in the trees.

The moon casting an eerie glow, on leaves swaying in the breeze.

Bravado was my forte, A flowing cape, sharpened teeth.

I was the Prince of darkness, none from my grasp would be freed.

The house had sagging shutters, the windows seemed as evil eyes.

The moon’s eerie glow, they reflected back into the skies.

A dim light from the porch was hanging, a human skull shrouded it’s shine.

An evil smell emitted, But for the Prince, that was fine.

My bag was opened to it’s fullest, but a crayon, in my pocket rode.

If a treat was not to be found, the neighborhood would soon be told.

The bell sounded like a woman’s scream with a knife stuck through her skull,

Or else the shearing of scissors, and those scissors incredibly dull.

The door slowly screeched open. A behemoth stood in it’s wake.

Pointed ears and one eye, and teeth, I swear, were not fake.

"One minute, I’ll get your "goodies"," words slipped past those teeth.

"Step inside while you’re waiting, My wife you’ll want to meet."

The entrance was lit as the porch. Eyes glowing from those skulls.

"Smart idea," I didn’t think so," thoughts I was beginning to mull.

A lady in black was waiting, cobwebs amassed in her hair.

Beautiful to behold, but deadly, I knew I’d best beware!

"Here, have a cookie while you’re waiting," a tray was offered forth.

I didn’t know who would be eating, the cookies were teeth at their worst.

The behemoth reappeared in the hallway,

Said "I brought some friends to pay ohmage to the Prince."

The sights I seen sent me running, of course I speak of long passed sense.

Satan, in all his glory, led a pack of creatures of stories untold.

Creatures from a gigantic spider, to vampires with fangs of gold.

The candy he held forth was moving, even it carried a putrid smell,

 
Of course what do you expect from candy baked in the ovens of hell.

I sailed off that porch a running, afraid to toss a glance to my back.

I could hear eight legs scurrying, closing for the attack.

Finally my bravado overcame me, surely they wouldn’t chase me that far.

Besides there was my mom right there, the welcome headlights of our car.

I slid into the seat beside her, relating what I had seen.

I felt the crayon in my pocket, now I was feeling mean.

I asked my mom to return me, I dropped my candy at the door.

Little did my sweet innocent mom know, what, really, I had in store.

My mom’s answer sounded funny, turning, fear clouded my eyes,

Frantically, I tried escaping, as the moon shown eerily in the sky.

The doorbell sounds like a woman screaming, with a knife stuck through her skull.

Or else scissors shearing, and those scissors incredibly dull.

A one eyed behemoth will be waiting, but the wife long ago retired.

My mom will be the one inside. She’s been there since I’ve been hired.

So welcome all you ghosts and goblins. Fear not the skull shrouded light.

Step inside at my bidding, I assure you everything is alright.

 

 

 

 


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