I was a chaparone at the All Hallow's Eve dance. Listening to the band play Halloween faves, and watching the eyeballs floating in the punch.
The background decor, seems made for Doomsday. Grungy, haunted house theme, hellish ghouls, Gargoyles gone mad, witch's brew, and bats all aflutter.
Here and there between the goth and the empath, a psychopath roams, silently stalking his prey, amongst the frightening selection of costumed kids.
The mental resilience to survive such horrors, depends on your grasp of reality. Realizing the lights, the music, the garish dress, meerly decor for this night's festivities.
And yet, underlying this ghoulish fun, a sense, a sense of doom, and domination, by something otherly, stalking its prey, seeking that single moment.
To bring to light in the dim, ghostly haze, a wickedness yet unknown to those attending. That ever vile teacher, bent on making those around her suffer.
We have all seen her, stride the halls purposely, Giant mole on her chin, Ruler in Hand. Striking fear in the strongest of souls. That authoritarian of witches, Ms. Nasher the Head Basher!
You are so good at this, it's doubly scary.
Strong colorful imagery and lively, flowing lyrics are second only to your obvious, natural story-telling ability.
Fiendishly crafted; diabolically delightful!
LMAO :) I believe you are quite correct Sam. She was in my elementary school and 35 years later the evil moled witch showed up at my son's school!!! It's frightening how she gets around lol.
I think she used to teach at my high school about 40 years ago. Hey, that proves she's a witch, doesn't it? Probably drinks brain fluid from those freshly-bashed heads to stay alive. Or maybe, just maybe.....that mole on her chin is the real Mrs. Nasher, and the rest is just some grotesque growth!
A very good Halloween tale. I like the description and detail of the story in the poem. I like the pace and the ending of the poem. A very good ending to a very good poem. Thank you. Watch out for Ms. Nasher.