Halloween Story, Page 1 Of 2 Poem by John Bliven Morin

The newlyweds,
In rented car,
Through Transylvania,
Had journeyed far,

When far from hamlet,
Town or post,
Their rented car
Gave up the ghost.

The sky grew darker;
A distant drumming
Of thunder told them
A storm was coming.

And sure enough,
It started raining;
The fearful bride
Began complaining.

“Oh look, ” she cried,
“I see a light
Just up that hill;
A welcome sight! ”

And it wouldn’t do,
But he had to carry her,
Up the road
And through the barrier.

The night grew darker;
The rain got rainier;
Somewhere a maniac
Got more insanier.

The couple knocked
On the castle door,
And were greeted by
The hunched Igor:

“I see yer alone,
And no-one’s protectin’ ya;
Come right on in.
The Master’s expectin’ ya.”

So in they stepped,
Like innocent lambs,
And behind them
The great oak portal slams.