The Day after Halloween

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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.

 

 

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Acrostic Poem: Violinist

Vibrant  notes attack  the  air

Inhailing  gasps  from  all those  there.

Ovatures  of dancing  fire

Lay waste  to men upon the funeral pyre.

Involantary feet  begin dance

No one  escapes  the devil’s dance .

In exhaustion she  drops her  bow

Seed like,  on the  wind  her  notes flow

Timing  the musians  friend turns on her in the  end!

JusJoJan: Play for the Devil

Play for me, said he
Play for me well and I will set you free.

Tired was she of forever practicing scales
Tired was she of the crowd and their appreciative hails.
Tired was she of forever moving on to the next town.
Tired was she of having no roots, and never settling down.

Play for me, said he
Play for me well and I will set you free

Stunningly beautiful was she,
The top of her profession she was set to be.
Acclaimed and always the star of the show
The world at her feet up was the way she would go.

Play for me, said he
Play for me well and I will set you free.

Tempted, tempted was she
By dark cloaked figure who promised to set her free.
What would you want as payment she demanded to know
What would it cost to rest, from her shoulder’s this mantle to throw.

Play for me, said he
Play for me well and I will set you free.

What is your freedom worth to me
Let me think this over very carefully.
A moments silence then he said with a sneer.
Your talent young lady your nimble fingers my dear.

Play for me, said he
Play for well and I will set you free

Closing her eyes she thought for a while
The idea of freedom filled her head and made her smile.
I shall do it, I shall do it cried she
For she longed to be normal,she longed to be free.

Play for me, said he
Play for me well and I will set you free.

Fine he said as he took her violin and her bow.
He touched her hands and head then he bid her to go.
Of a sudden she was fearful, yet why she did not know.

Play for me, said he
Play for me well and l will set you free

I can’t, I can’t cried she
What have you done,what have you done to me.
Nothing that you did not ask me to do
Beware what you wish for, in case it comes true.

 

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2. If you write a JusJoJan post on your blog, you can ping it back to the above link to make sure everyone participating knows where to find it.
3. Write anything!
4. Have fun!

 

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