That Blondish Curley Haired Fair'Ed Virginal Sacrificed. Poem by Michael Gale

Perchanc'ed, one evening spent by a moon beam's light...
Heathenistic murders trap others behind safety's sight.
Darkness conceals anger's evil'ed hid traite...
Perhaps it would be best, to stay hidden, until half past real late.
Saftey's haven can be bought by traveling in groups of large numbers...
That witching hour, calls all from hiding b'neath a darkened full moon.
Not one is safe, until following a day's clock at noon.
Were wolves and vampires, lay dormantly asleep till September's
guest...
October days awaken, all the slumbering rest.
Death's smell rises thickened into the air...
Garlic, submerged b'neath Holy Water, remains out of season.
Those creatures look for a fair maiden, virgin's, curley blondish hair...
A sacrificed, silent witness. Observed by someone who cannot, ever,
care.
It be time to get that virgin, upon the sacred alter...
This fact be known, may never to be stayed this day.
T'was not abling, thusly-never to be ever, haltered...
Heh! heh! heh! Death be done to all known, nosey,
curious, tresspassers! ! ! !