Season of Hauntings

A poem I wrote last Halloween

This is a season for hauntings
A season for zombies to rise above
A time when vampires are free to suck our blood
And bats are the new holy doves

Worship now to my new graven image
The one I made – just for you
Bow down, kiss my feet
All those with these fetishes for me
That's right
I know just how you like it
So go ahead,
Live you wildest dreams
And just so you know –
Your soul is mine to keep
Find here, - The kiss of death
Ahh! your intrigued
No worries now
Come closer
What I have for you,
You'll soon see.