The Darkest Halloween
Under cloak of a midnight sky,
on Halloween, the moon was full.
An eerie sight soon caught my eye,
I viewed his body being pulled.
The dirt unearthed was moist and fresh,
once the grave where he'd been placed.
A man of forty, so I'd guessed,
I could, just barely, see his face.
When I moved in closer still,
five tombstones there surrounded me,
and chanting in the night air filled,
the prophesies of mystery.
On this day, so prophesied,
chanting of a thousand witches,
would raise the dead from all the tombs,
all the morgues and crypts and ditches.
At the stroke of twelve, or so,
while stirring fast strange witches brew,
their voices filled the midnight hour,
and chanted 'til the stroke of two.
Potions, cauldrons, signs of death,
raised my hair, as I held my breath.
"Ravens, Banshees, Owls and Trolls,
raise the bones of forty souls."
Witches moved to form an arc,
and in the center placed the man,
then dripped the blood of forty larks,
that severed both his lifeless hands.
When the chanting nearly ceased,
his hands began to fly like bats,
and to the air white doves released,
soon followed by black howling cats.
Beyond fear, I was a wreck.
I told my feet to pick up steam,
but one hand grabbed me 'round the neck
on this, the darkest, Halloween.
So, next time as you walk alone,
in the dark, on a moonlit night,
remember the rest of his bones
are out there to fill you with fright.
The witches "sign of the five,"
are points of a star bringing death.
At this moment you're still alive,
while I am still catching my breath.
Each Halloween at midnight,
his body still roams, that's no joke.
His hands are still able to fly,
and next time they'll fly at your throat.
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Tamara Beryl Latham (Pseudonym) (
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hodgetiger, I could have sworn I replied to your post, but I cannot find it.
Thank you for having taken the time to read and offer feedback. I appreciate your effort and wanted to post this before Halloween.
Thank you for your comments. 🙂
A riveting read, scary, engaging and thoroughly enjoyable, I look forward to reading more!
Thank you, Richard. I sincerely appreciate your effort in replying to my poem. 🙂
hodgetiger, nailed it on the head. A wonderfully visual poem and a great Halloween story. I can't wait to read more 😁
Thanks for responding. Think my writing days are over. I don't write too many poems anymore., but I appreciate your comment. 🙂
Fabulous! I'm going to print it in orange and black and hang it on the front door for Halloween!
Kurt
Thanks, Kurt. That sounds like fun. 🙂
I will counter his hands with a high five, great poem Tamara. Delightfully frightening keep up the good work
- Theta
Oh, that's wonderful, Kurt. My sister is a teacher and she mentioned she reads it to her class, as she's walking around the room, and then stops and touches a child's neck at the last line. Something like musical chairs. She says the kids love it. 🙂
Loved your poem! I am also a fan of Halloween and gothic poetry. Had to read because of the title, and very glad I did, great poem! If you get a chance, check out my poems: Beware! Stranger at My Window, Dinner for Two and Death Would Like Tea...etc... Keep the lights on.
Thanks for the input, vanabba3. I will definitely check out your poems and I\'m happy you enjoyed \"The Darkest Halloween.\" 🙂
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