There is a place called The Hollow's
Has very little light
The sun shines there only four hours
The rest of time it's night
From five til ten people go out
All in the morning hours
Nights won't see them about
They fear the evil powers
Some with bravado take a chance
They may not make it home
Many get caught in wicked trance
Where ghouls and witches roam
The dark gives wily creatures time
For all their monstrous deeds
There are nocturnal animals
That are of unique breeds
Worse than one can imagine
Horror thrives in this place
Blood starved vampire population
That live hidden in disgrace
Hang in trees with bats and leaves
Shape-shift to suck your blood
They may be on your house in eaves
Dripping a crimson flood
No halloween of trick or treat
This town is too dangerous
Fiends and ghouls like people to eat
Their mouths dripping blood n guts
If you want to go on living
The Hollow's is not for you
If you don't die, you'll be groveling
In fear of what the demons will do
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Love,
Becca~
Take care,
Sherry
And Happy Howloween to you, Tiger Lily!
In fear of what the demons will do
Providing you don't become one yourself. Scarey To say the least.
Walt
Edvard the Elder
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *shivers*
Newfie hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Love that 'haunting image', and the poem - magnificent!!
Hugs,
Lance