On Halloween

On Halloween the sky was scarred.

The blood moon peered with pale regard

(a gaze that pierced the pit of night)

upon the spell of death and fright,

along a bone laced boulevard.

Though corpses crept from crypts unbarred,

the flames, they crawled  in disregard

on roasting rot �" a sanguine sight...

On Halloween.

The bones, they blanched within the yard,

because they sensed their evening marred

by ghouls and fiends who rip and bite

with claws and fangs which drip delight

while gorging flesh, so slightly charred...

On Halloween.

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

Great imagery of the night of the living dead. Nicely done.

[Valentine]

You have some wonderful wording used in this write. Valentine

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, Valentine!