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Rated: ASR · Prose · Horror/Scary · #901059
A night of Halloween blood lust
Silhouetted against the orange harvest moon
Old apple trees, who have seen their last bloom
Sway to and fro, with a crick and a creek
My heart hammers hard, so that I can't speak

In the valley behind me, the way I just came
The voices grow louder, and louder the same
An evil spreads quickly, through the hearts of men
An ancient war waged, since time without end

I continue running, though my legs and lungs burn
Toward the dead tree, where I stop and I turn
As a sight to behold, begins to take place
The Townsfolk have gathered, and started the chase

They know I am real, though no shred of proof
remains to be seen, I have stayed so aloof
If ever I'm seen by a side glancing eye
I'll return to extinguish to that curious life

The light of a hundred torches in flame
They stick close together in cowardly shame
A beacon I see, through the thickest of trees
I back track around them so easily

I head into town, where the witness is kept
They guard her so closely, and yet so inept
I slip by in the shadows and into her room
alive and invigered by cherubic perfume

I clean up my mess as I finish my feed
A stain on the mattress is all I will leave
There's nothing quite like it, the taste when it's fresh
The man-meat still warm, that sharp human flesh

They'll know it was me, who devoured the girl
They'll live with the knowledge, I've entered their world
Let their nightmares be filled with visions of me
my teeth in their throat, preventing their scream

The harvest moon falters and falls to the ground
As the village behind me erupts with the sounds
The horror, the terror, their fear of the night
Their search ends abruptly, they wait for the light

But by morning I'm vanished, gone with the wind
Un-noticed among them, I'm human again
We bury the body, sacred prayers for her soul
My loss is too great, but they try and console

In regrettable fashion, I've taken the life
Of the one that I love, who would soon be my wife
My stomach still fat, with the flesh from her bones
She shouldn't have seen me, she shouldn't have known

This affliction, for centuries without an end
This painful reminder of what I really am
I give to the darkness, with no ire or spite
By the light of the moon, undercover of night

A new village awaits, many miles away
A new life to be started, I'm leaving today
Fear the full lunar light, fear the loss of control
Fear inevitable fire in the pits down below

The curse will be with me, til the day that I die
The evil within me, which keeps me alive
By the harvesting moon, in the fields bathed in light
I'll be harvesting blood every Halloween night
























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