Halloween Man Poem by Ramona Thompson

Hell hath no fury like the ghost of this most unholy man scorned
A year from the exact minute of his demise he has returned from the deathly beyond to have his vengence
Looming closer, much closer then you would dare think
Lowering your rotting worm infested corpse into future grave that you have so far only seen in your dreams
One last warning I can give you before my own dark and deadened soul must return to it's own dready home
Witchy doings and demonic games are being played afoot tonight for the life of your very soul

So beware, oh do beware, my wreak and weary human friend
For if you hear a knock three wicked times
Upon your door this moonlit Halloween night

It can mean
Oh yes
It can mean only one dark and devious thing
The haunted Halloween Man has come.......

FOR YOU!

2008 Ramona Thompson