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Friday, 30 October 2009

The Creeper

The Creeper comes when all is calm,
When all around is still.
When no-ones there to raise alarm,
There comes a deadly chill.

He walks a path of moonlight.
He knows just where you are.
With silent step and hooded face
He sets off from afar

You'll never see him coming.
No warning signs or clue.
You'll sleep an easy slumber,
The night he comes for you.

And maybe then you'll sense him,
Like a scraping down your spine.
But keep eyes closed, it's hopeless now,
He's decided its your time.

Thursday, 29 October 2009

Halloween Haikus

Halloween happens
once a year. Pretend to be
someone else awhile.

Blood drips from her fangs
Pale, sickly, bold veins, red eyes.
She doesn't need makeup.

So sick of candy!
Stomach aches, head hurts, throat dry...
Maybe just one more.

Wednesday, 28 October 2009

Pink Candlelight

On this hallowed eve,
There's no time to grieve,
For those who may encroach,
Upon this house,
A dismembered house,
A house of stern reproach.

The house that sleeps all through the year,
Awakens to curse in creaks
To sit and watch for those who dare,
To seek a trick or treat.

The pumpkins in the window,
Coax in these fearless souls,
But look a little closer still,
And there's brains behind those holes.

The stitch is rich with human blood,
Where scooped an awful sight,
The pulp and seeds and pumpkin pith
Seeps out pink candlelight.

Tuesday, 27 October 2009

Unfinished bombs

We are Autumn’s children,
Carrying fallen branches on our shoulders.
Wherever we walk,
Leaves fall, inanimate, to the ground.

We are unfinished bombs,
Projectiles that do not kill,
They assist the killer.

We walk around, seeing
Splinters reborn men,
Feeding themselves on madness,
Denying their wasteful past.

Our eyes spread the wind,
A suspicious breeze blowing.
We do not murder. No… No…
We assist the murderer.

We are Autumn’s children,
Announcing the arrival of rain,
The sharp edge of ice,
But we do not murder. No… No…
That’s not up to us.
Winter takes care of it.

Monday, 26 October 2009

Rick or Treat?

The 31st of October provided a fresh start for Rick.

Who decided to play the most devious trick.

Wearing his red jacket, he dressed like Michael Jackson’s thriller.

And by dismemberment of the third child, Rick had become a serial killer.