Hallowe'en Horror

by Anne Peacock

Graveyards produce dark creatures

From haunted chasms they spin, twist, and churn

Those orange and black ghosts flaunting Hallowe’en colours

Listen to their eerie chants as headstones tumble

Spooky creatures from final resting places cross macabre meadows

Shrieks as city dwellers curse those fields

That unleash demon terror

Tombstone fields yielding destruction

Watch them arrive at our Hallowe’en party

Blood gashes agony

Fear and death blend

When Hallowe’en arrives

Elm Street bleeds

This is not TV, DVD, or play

This, my dying friends, is the REAL Hallowe’en

A pagan celebration to honour Death

Bio

Ann Peacock is an Oshawa resident with a passion for poetry. She writes fiction also. Her dream is to die at age 100 in the middle of creating a poem.