Wordless Wednesday, Creepy Places
Tag: ghouls
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 81: (JACK) in the A rhyme line.
Streams of burning lanterns named Jack.
Ghosts and ghouls flighing through the night.
Skeletons dance with happy sprites.
Fashion for the undead on track.
The New Orange is truly Black.
It is the dead end of the year
Long dark evenings full of fear
Dark witch stirs her bubbling cauldron
Pumpkin soup all laced with saffron
Shes so pleased Halloween is here.
THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY DÉCIMA CHALLENGE.
All Hallows Eve
Bones are creaking, chains are rattling
Blood is flowing and spirits are battling.
Bats and owls in flight.
Pumpkins lanterns all alight
Witches ready out to go.
Screaming winds start to blow.
Evil spectres and vampires take to flight ,
Zombies stir ready for a wicked night.
Moans and groans all around
Echoing making spooky sound.
It is no use to pray this day,
All unholy things are out to play.
Will we all survive the night,
Or will all our senses all take flight.
Is that Vlad out seeking fun
With his friend Death evading the sun?
They are trouble together abroad
Wreaking havoc when they get board.
Little children unaware
Of the dangers lurking there.
Cruise through the streets
Knocking on doors for tick or treat
Collecting untested Halloween fare.
There may be evil spirits behind doors hiding .
Watch out for the Grim Reaper out a riding.
So dear friends I bid you safe,
At this time of loss of faith.
Hold on fast to your hearts and souls
Be careful demons pour your blood into bowls.
Tortures horrendous can await
Behind each door or garden gate.
You do not want your guts served upon a plate!
So there is just one thing left to do.
Wave from my broomstick and bid you well
And safe from all the slavering hounds of hell!
woooooooooohooo
RonovanWrites Weekly #Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #259 Super&Strange
Strange noises at night
Spooky happenings take flight
Supernatural
This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.
Scary October 31
Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.
Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!
Today’s poem is all about 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.
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.
Halloween: A trio of Nonets.
One upon a dark, cold Halloween
Monsters grew on the face of a
Most beautiful fairy Queen
At her eyes they clustered
Magic of black Faye
All souls mustered
The Fairy
Queen to
Save.
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She was kind and gentle, she was fair
Known for her red eyes and black hair
Dark,sad secrets she must keep
If you knew them you’d weep
She must never love
Due to a curse
From above
Vampire
She
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Trick or treat the children love to play
As dark falls on all hallows day
Knock on doors and run away
Ghosts and ghouls ask for sweets
What tricks will they play
On you on All
Hallows
Day.
Trio of Halloween Haiku
Smoke from pumpkins fill the air
Spells and treats everywhere
Ghosts and Ghouls hide everywhere .
Late returning home to bed
Sweets in tummys fuzzy heads
Home sweet home sleepy head
Vampires , witches and gaunt ghouls
Late night stay out fools
Halloween unholy evil night.
THE VAMPIRES SHALL NOT HAVE YOU
I am the tree witch I am hiding in the forest green I move by stealth I blend in and I am rarely seen.
I am waiting to trap a soul,it is something I must do. Over the years I have stolen quiet a few. My hair is long and lustrous and really very strong, it can catch you and entrap you as quick as a whip’s thong.
I have roots growing out from my feet and spreading from my hem leaves spread from fingers and from my backbone stem thrice fold pairs of arms. If you look close enough I will bewitch you with my charms.
My eyes are deftly painted to show off their emerald green my lips are always blood red well another colour would be obscene.
I have a lighted candle in my third left hand tonight, I have seen you about your business and I have come for you tonight.
I know you are not too special but I have watched you in your room at night,alone with computer and your mind in fantasy’s flight.You long for a Vampire to relieve you of your soul you seem to think that one of my cousins would make your sad life whole.
I have thought this over I have listened to your prayers , I have lingered by your window and taken in your every word.There is something about you, something that I like so I have decided you will endure no Vampires bite.
So look out your window and see my candles’ light, come out my little human soul have no fear I shall treat you right. You will be so much better off with me than in a Vampires lair just look out your window and see my candle light is there.
AH! at last you see me,curiosity in your eyes. That is right my darling make your way to me for you my body cries. At last you are so near to me I catch your human scent come close now my darling my love for you I must vent.
At last you are with in my reach, come nearer to the candle yes closer,closer my darling no need to be gentle my branches will not break. I have you now my darling I own your soul I have waited aeons for a man to make me whole!
willowdot21 
