Ghosts and ghouls fly through the night,
vampires, witches, what a sight …
left us here to give a fright.
We mean to watch it alright!
The hand, which opens the door,
will steal or douse any light
except … my eyes! Scream e'ermore!
House old, condemned, still they seek
to prove nerves of which they speak.
Once inside they barely squeak!
Their tormentors sneak a peek
but Bones trips ALL who enter;
I will pounce, it is my treat!
I prefer fresh flesh dinner!
The boos and creaks, surround sound,
mixes with those howling bound,
bats—aflutter—settle down
on this horrid, haunting ground.
Fingers will wound 'round your throat.
Heavy hearts will rush, thump, pound
Oh, those brave who once did gloat
have a puddle at their feet
when they with the undead meet!
Isn't it quite touching, sweet?
Many faint in sheer defeat!
Hand will clutch each body tight
(most won't even make a peep)
till they flee in chaos, fright.
E'en the night prowls in delight
(watchful, wakeful, out of sight)
frightful things may flush it white!
Come, innocent, have a bite!
The hand, which opens the door,
has no pity for your plight.
YOU came here dear! Scream e'ermore!
Christmas - only days away; plastic snowmen and glowing reindeer adorn the lawns of neighborhoods all across America. All is calm, all is bright, and yet there is something tragically wrong about this Christmas night.
With swift passage thr
A short story of mine was included in an anthology of short fiction by fourteen of Port Town Publishing Company's authors. It is out of print and no longer available except as a download. Contact me at charlenetess@yahoo.com if you want it.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D