Demon Dru

They prepare for Halloween.

When Demon Dru saw September through

and felt a tinge of rime,

he saw the yield in the pumpkin field

and knew that it was time.

So near a plot he arranged a spot

as he was want to do;

and he along with the graveyard throng

planned their October boo.

He made high tones with Billy the Bones

beneath a crescent moon;

and as they howled, Beelzebub prowled

to their incanting tune.

Then zombies rose with maladroit toes

who walked a figure nine;

but Dru made sure they knew where they were,

so they were dead on line.

Now as a ghoul considered it cool

to usurp Dru’s grave right,

Dru made him read the demonry creed

within the scold of night.

A wicked witch emerged from her niche

to look Dru in the eye;

she rode her broom with Shadow of Doom,

and chanted on the fly.

They practice hard in their eerie yard--

it’s Halloween they heed.

And scare will grow in mortals below,

for Dru’s the demon seed.

Reviews

[Abdul Aziz]

Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant. You're probably my favourite writer here, and this poem is a powerful example why. On first read, the words just roll off the tongue so pleasantly, one might overlook the subtle artistry that permeates this poem. The rich rhyming scheme, with the internal rhymes forms a splendid brocade to showcase your talents, and the meter serves to further highlight them. Just.. spellbinding, man. 100/100

[emipoemi]

Nightmare Before Christmas meets Monster Mash meets Hotel Transylvania! This is witty and hilarious! I thoroughly enjoyed this! Well done!

[Carolann Dowsett]

A dark yet awesome read.

[rosemary keogh]

brill. :)