Tony Avila Sampson


Imprecation Of The Curse - Poem by Tony Avila Sampson

Woe-be-goneness, come about,
Little girls’ face soon to pout;
Bats go whoosh through the air,
Flying low to steal some hair;
Wilting souls be not aware,
When frightful laughter comes to scare;
Low drifting fog is creeping now in,
Better not hide in the witches’ den;
Dangling three rats with a firm grip,
Into the bubbling pot, soon to slip;
Blistered lips in creepage motion,
Whisper words of an imprecatory notion,
Imprecation to a frightful scare,
Brings terror in a dark nightmare,
Witches’ brew has boiling bubbles,
When each burst will bring big troubles,
Witches’ laughter now whoop la bold,
Scary curse upon you unfold......

Topic(s) of this poem: halloween


Comments about Imprecation Of The Curse by Tony Avila Sampson

  • (5/22/2014 10:05:00 AM)


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  • Marilyn Lott (6/25/2007 10:52:00 AM)


    I like it! I guess that proves that I'm a bit on
    the strange side! Very unique and perfect
    for Halloween!
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 5, 2005

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 24, 2014


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