A poem for Halloween.I was inspired by the old poem, "Twas The Night Before Christmas".
'Twas The Night Before Halloween
'Twas the night before Halloween, when all through the house,
There were skeletons a dancing, and a witch brewing up a grey little mouse;
She carefully stirred her brew in the chimney with care,
Her final ingredient was a course, white, goat hair;
Enchanted Jack-O-Lanterns outside on the picket, sang and glowed red,
While the old witch chanted her magic words and raised the dead,
And I in my pajamas and my husband in his cap,
Watched her through the window, as the toxic vapors almost lulled us into a nap--
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
There was zombies and skeletons that marched toward us and made us scatter.
Away from the witches window, we were gone in a flash,
We ran through a bush and were off in a dash.
The Harvest Moon shown down on us below,
It gave the countryside an eerie glow;
When what to our wondering eyes did appear,
But eight green, miniature ghosts and four zombie, mule deer,
We had to act and it had to be quick,
So we tried to fool them by a disappearing trick.
They flew toward us like a whirlwind, on course they came,
We didn't fool them not one bit and they called us names:
"Now! Fleshies, now! Creaky Bones, now! Undead Ones and Veiny's!
"Come here! You Freaks, now! Blue Bloods, now! Fragile Ones and Zanies;
"Come! Come and float through the night with us and lay down that fleshy wall!
"Come one! Come all! All the dead is welcome to our Halloween, Ghostly Ball!"
As night fades when morning breaks, so did they, along with their All-Hallows' Eve charade,
We will no more go spying on witches on Halloween night and risk being chased by a phantasmal parade.
(This poem was inspired by my favorite holiday, Halloween and inspired by the old children's poem, 'Twas The Night Before Christmas.)