21. Halloween Night
The corpse that walks,
its solemn line.
The vampire stalks,
finds blood to dine.
The corpse that walks,
its solemn line.
The vampire stalks,
finds blood to dine.
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Damp darkness befalls as gray fog settles in.
Frightening shadows lingering within.
Footsteps echo through the black, eerie night
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Famous Poem
A vampire bit my neck last night.
And, though it sounds insane,
some zombies chased me down the street
and tried to eat my brain.
Jack comes every year to visit me,
And his grin just makes me smile.
Nearly toothless, he doesn't care.
He happily laughs all the while.
To all black cats, please listen keen!
Do fight the urge to see, be seen.
Tonight, avoid all humans mean.
My dears: Stay in on Halloween!
Analysis of Form and Technique
Against the black void, looms the lunar sphere.
Hungry ghosts haunt, satisfied by fright.
Oh my! The children's faces blanch in fear.
And thus the small summit embodies white.
Shiver me timbers, rattle me bones,
it's All Hallows' Eve, and I'm on me way home.
Home to me wifey, me Katy, me best--
been three hundred years since they laid us to rest.
Halloween, blood gurgling scream
Little children run and hide
Ghost costumes and flying brooms
On which evil witches ride
Candy, candy in the bag.
It's that time of year.
Funny clown, witchy hag.
Another house is near.
When leaves start turning orange and golden-brown,
Kids start to dress in costumes so dandy.
For one day a year, all throughout the town
It's time for kids to amass some candy.
I bought a mermaid costume.
Somehow I lost the scales.
Wore it Halloween night
And looked just like a whale.
Hobgoblins and spellbinders,
Angels in rags,
Liar or truthteller,
Lacewitch or hag.
Rattle-skattle skeletons
clitter-clack each bone
Shrieksome banshees circle
and werewolves howl and moan.
Beware the kiss of the living dead.
It will leave you wanting.
Hunger delays once he's fed
But soon restarts the hunting.
Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.
I walk among the spooky, old shack.
The chilly nights begin tonight.
The haunted houses bring the fright.
The warm bonfires have the flames.
See the leaves rustle through the window frames.
Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
Your candle light's bright.
Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
You shine bright through the night.
Elegant in burnt orange afterglow,
Sparkling darkness opens the show.
Strangers arriving from all around;
Some even, from the bad side of town.
Each nose is twitching, excitement is itching.
Bats in our belfry are shy.
The hour of witching is rather bewitching
Halloween will soon pass us by
Famous Poem
I spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters