The Day after Halloween
November the first and he had been left behind
All witches, ghouls and ghost had returned home
Gone every imp and devil, he alone the only remaining of his kind.
Here amid the humans, what was he to do alone.
He roamed the streets, haunted the parks, prowled the shopping centre
He hung around the schools looking for like souls to play with.
He messed up children’s rooms, upset teenagers, no door he couldn’t enter.
He was so lonely and bored nothing on this earth any joy could give.
After a while when the demons roll was called, finally he was missed
All hell was let loose where was the boy, the haunted soul
Who would comfort him, could a human sooth him like a vampire kisssed
Would angels find him and steal his evil and make him something whole.
So out the went the hoards of hell to search the world and search it well
All this fuss for just one boy, because the devil loves his own
The loss on Halloween was more than he could bare, an empty space in hell
Out the Furies went, they found him and took him home.
Nov 01, 2017 @ 05:56:45
I love this story poem sis! The Devil does have feelings too!
Nov 01, 2017 @ 10:14:06
Yes as the saying goes “The Devil looks after his own” glad you liked it Sis. ππ
Nov 01, 2017 @ 06:04:13
Creepy!
Nov 01, 2017 @ 10:12:30
It was the to pictures that spoke to me π± he looked like a lost soul but kind of evil too ππ
Nov 01, 2017 @ 07:10:37
Reblogged this on The Militant Negroβ’.
Nov 01, 2017 @ 16:53:25
Poor little evil child! πππ
Nov 01, 2017 @ 16:59:48
Yes indeed π can’t help but do can you. But don’t let him into your heart!
Nov 01, 2017 @ 17:43:37
Oh No!!!
Nov 01, 2017 @ 17:46:35
Definitely no!!ππ