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HALLOWEEN DARE (a poem)

In the near silence of this night
as witching hour soon approaches
I try to overcome my fright,
despite my best it still encroaches.

I'm in this house based on a dare
made in the cheerful light of day
but now I feel dark spirits' stare
all urging me to run away.

Flee this small deserted house!
Flee right now while you still can!
Flee! my mood and mind espouse.
But fleeing isn't in the plan.

Outside a zephyr shakes dead leaves
which rattle just like loose dry bones,
then a stronger passing breeze
whispers in eaves with low dull moans.

Then all turns still, unnaturally.
Watch dial declares midnight is here.
Kidneys clench, I have to pee,
alone with naught but night and fear.

They say he murdered his young wife
as she slept in this bedroom,
head nearly severed with a knife
and thus earned his endless doom.

He thought his bride had been untrue
and never found that he was wrong.
By the time his tale was through
be'd hung himself from a beam, strong.

Now in the quiet floorboards creak.
In the corner a strange mist appears.
I stand to get a better peek
trying my best to face my fears.

Mist takes the form of a low bed
which holds a lovely staring girl.
Her stare is dead, sheets stained with red.
Across pale throat red blood streaks curl.

I stand now transfixed with fear,
eyes buldging, my jaw hangs slack.
I feel a presence drawing near
then a cold breath upon my back.

I slowly turn as a rope drops
and see mad eyes in spectral face.
As rope tightens my breathing stops;
my eyes glaze in now slack face.

Each year October thirty first
the husband slays his wife again
trying to slake his blood lust's thirst,
he endlessly repeats his sin.

And seeing me, at last, he thought
he'd found the lover of his wife
the one who for so long he'd sought.
For his mistake I paid my life.

So pass this derelect farm house,
heed my whisper in your ear,
heed that dread which you can't douse.
On Halloween don't come in here.

....................sweet Halloween dreams all...........the scribbler

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A very well written piece and for one I am not going to look for changes,
this fulfilled all it could and in excellence.
Good to see writes that shine, Yours Ian ..

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Always good to see you dropped by

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