Quill Me Screams

Quill me screams of wicked things
that crawl between the walls.
Scrawl me songs about the nightmare
that’s creeping down the hall.

Add a touch of venom smolder,
drooling from gaping slavered jaws.
And don’t forget the lover’s tryst
when Jason comes to call.

I want to die in the graveyard,
where the living dead with rotting eyes,
sit at tombstone tables, dealing cards
and telling lies.

Give me ghoulish Vampires
sipping pulsing warm sangre,
from the necks of senioritis,
so foolish as to lose their way.

And please you must inform me
about your own sordid fray.
What sinful thoughts compel your wicked days?
Do you indulge this lust?

What did the piper make you pay?
Are you still paying it today?
Please clarify your sin, before you pass away.
And as you cower in the night

groveling upon unholy ground.
I fear I need inform you
so don’t say I didn’t warn you.
There’s a jolly monster lurking in your town.

He’s planning mayhem
and slipping furtively around.
You’ve probably heard his cackling laughter,
and know that it’s you he’s coming after.

But all he really wants to do,
is make sweet love to you--
Well that and play pretty party

Games.

With your lovely severed

Head.

And with that thought,

to think upon….

I’ll just leave you here...

And be on....., my, merry, way.

Reviews

Hm, I commented on this about two years ago.
It was one of the first poems on here I added to my library- and I'm still intrigued by it.

[Michael X]

perfect poem for halloween, riveting and well written, the scarey intent
plays out well because of the choice wording that accentuates the mood,
great job, I really enjoyed reading this.

The title had me hooked, and then the poem had me hooked. The detail is brilliant. I've added this poem to my library! :)