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

When, lit by a lightning
flash, descended
A figure of evil
And loathing, blended.

His figure was tall,
His eyes were lazers;
His face was menacing,
His teeth were razors.

He was malicious,
And Igor was eager;
With Ginsu knives
And a kitchen cleaver.

With nowhere to run
And nowhere to hide,
They slowly advanced
On the groom and bride.

Through scarlet windows,
The lightning flashed;
The cowards cowered,
The slashers slashed;

The screamers screamed,
The bleeders bled;
The bodies fell,
Till all were dead.

And just before
The break of dawn,
Turning TV off,
I gave a yawn:

“The special effects
Weren’t bad, ” I said,
“For such a loser.”
And went to bed.