Halloween crooked man

crowboi

As the wind blows through out the night sky

Creepy shadows of the dark lurk 

Don't wander into the depth of the night through the willow trees 

Dark madness of the 31st is a bloody scream

Vidcators Rome the night seeking prey

The chilliness of the hallow isn't ever late

Pumpkins roll like heads 

This evening of Halloween is nothing but a mess

My heart says less on this wicked day 

I walk to the crooked man 

The man is real the night screams it's not just a Indian tall tail not some phoney witches spell

Say trick or treat an got some lead

It's not what you think it wasn't a gun is was a hook of his sorrows dread

A year later the holiday screams again 

I'm missing still not yet to be found

My body yet arises 

I'm the new crooked man

Everyone sees me and screams

Makes me flee the scene

I'm scared I'm confused I'm even lost to

Heads hung bells rang this isn't my time 

One year in the future I'm still alive 

My body isn't just bones like it should it's covered with the skin of the Same man once again

This will make the most shooketh man 

But me I wanted my part of this ritual done I want to be where I need to go 

Man I wanted to just die old

If it be hell now no more tortuous sorrow for the other once again let the new crooked man seek another I'm sorry boy but let it be your the new crooked man

Last I saw was that hook of lead

I'm filled with dread I'm the new All hallows eve crooked thread line

Why was this my time

I have to look for my prey to seek again for one year I pass to another then part again and again

Next ya know a boy hollers trick or treat to I say you know what slaughter him with the lead so I don't have to feel this dread again 

Passing this dance of the year down the road for new years to come 

I don't know where he came from

But the crooked man is not yet done

 

 

 

  • Author: crowboi (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 5th, 2021 21:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: This took my for days to wright and since I wrote it around Halloween I took my built up dread and frustration and mixed it with Halloween for ya
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 4
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