I am the the spirit of Halloween

I am the the spirit of Halloween

The most beautiful fright  you have ever seen.

I am no sprite or fairy Queen

No I told you I am  the spirit of halloween.

 

Look into  my eyes tell me what do you see.

You might see you  but you won’t see me.

You are under my spell now, you are no longer free.

Medusa? No I told you I am  the spirit of Halloween.

 

Peachy lips, that may be but there are spiders and maggots hiding in me.

If I open my mouth what would you see .

Shall I show you now ? Then watch you flee.

Shall I? No I told you I am  the spirit of Halloween.

 

Are you joining me for trick or treat.

We could eat the children that we meet

I can hypnotize  them with my blue, blue eyes

You can smother their pointless cries.

Did you think I was joking, incapable of being mean?

No I told you I am  the spirit of Halloween.

Are  you leaving was it something I said

My eyes are devouring you slowly it is ages since I fed!

Oh! Look at you , well you can’t because I have already eaten you head!

I am the the spirit of Halloween

The most beautiful fright  you have ever seen.

I am no sprite or fairy Queen

No I told you I am  the spirit of Halloween.

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9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Judy E Martin
    Oct 26, 2016 @ 05:57:08

    Reblogged this on Edwina's Episodes and commented:
    A fantastic poem for Halloween by the very talented Willow.

    Reply

  2. Judy E Martin
    Oct 26, 2016 @ 05:57:48

    I love this Willow, absolutely brilliant! The rhythm, the underlying menace…everything!

    Reply

  3. Bernadette
    Oct 26, 2016 @ 09:29:18

    Very spooky treat or is it trick….

    Reply

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