Halloween Night

 

 

Halloween Night

 

 

It’s late this night of Halloween,

I’m lost and quite alone

Walking down an empty street,

to find my way back home

 

Along this darkened shadowed path,

a church in silence sits

So many days recall its past,

I’m scared out of my wits

 

Flaking paint and rusted hinge,

a sign that reads “Keep Out”

An iron gate that stands ajar,

as spider webs do sprout

 

Its steeple points towards the night,

while clouds now slowly flow

The moon is full and eerie bright,

a howling wind does blow

 

Tombstones wait beyond the fence,

unearthly silhouettes

Chiseled dates of someone’s death,

lost souls of sad regrets

 

A faster pace my feet they move,

till something that I spy

Brings a fear into my heart,

caught within my eye

 

A tiny light does flicker so,

behind the stained-glass pane

I try to look away but can’t,

oh, there it goes again

 

Now this is dumb, I know it’s true,

but I cannot resist

I sneak up to the broken glass,

to see what does exist

 

I press my face against so tight,

horrific was the scene

Startled so I could not stop

and I let out a scream

 

The shadow in the window jumped,

it knows just what I saw

The front door creaks its opening,

an eerie shriek does call

 

I run so fast my heart it thumps,

as I can hardly breathe

I feel a hand, the footsteps thud,

it grabs a hold of me

 

I wrestled hard so frantically,

I kick, I plead, I cry

And as the thing let’s go of me,

my feet begin to fly

 

Running till my muscles burn,

now never more to see

What creature lingers in the dark,

awaiting there for me

 

Finally I make it home,

I climb into my bed

Pull my covers way up tight,

covering my head

 

A lesson learned, oh that’s for sure,

of that nightmarish scene

I’ll never walk alone again,

at night on Halloween

Reviews

[Starbaby]

This was a festive treat for sure! I too am glad that I am reading it in broad daylight!

[willweb]

Thank you so much

[D. Mansfield]

Never did climbing into bed feel so good, I liked this poem alot

[willweb]

Thanks again. Yep, those magic covers came make even the scariest night bearable.

[Lorry]

Well I'm glad I didn't read this last night Will, but do you know for instance that is almost 6:15 am here and I need to leave my house shortly, in the pitch dark and along the path and take a left... Yep, right passed that old church that gave me the heebie jeebies the first time I saw it!
Now we both know that although we don't admit it, this time of year still gives us the fear and its still pitch black here and although I'm sure it was unintended, if anything happens to me the on your head be it! 😊
Oh and just in case it does, please pass on that I just want my first name on the headstone, with the inscription "I was
Until I wasn't!" 😊

[willweb]

Do you want the exclamation point on the tombstone as well? Granite or marble? Actual dates or something the newspapers made up? How about flowers, any kind ok? Thanks my long living friend, I appreciate you coming by on your way past the old church.

[Theona]

Thank you for the Halloween Fright Poem Will, enjoyed it. Happy Halloween to you too.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Theona for always visiting and leaving such nice comments for me.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This poem made me think of emily dickinson, and how it might be for her late in life to walk by herself past an old, old church that is no longer in use, and think of her disuse of religion...and how it might still scare her because there is still some uncertainty that haunts her.
j.

[willweb]

Wow, first John below compares me to Poe and now Emily Dickinson and I still view this as a cartoon poem. Thanks so much Jacob.

[John the Baptist]

Not bad horror at all, especially for a romantic poet. Mr. Poe himself could not have done better.

[willweb]

Thanks John and I appreciate you saying what you said but I have to disagree, I have read many and written a few inspired by Poe and to me, this is cartoon poetry if compared to his work. Just my opinion. I am happy though that you enjoyed it. That is why I write. Thank you again my friend, it really does mean a lot.