...and I have 3 new poems which will hopefully help get you into the spirit. As always, feedback is appreciated.
Driving home from work at night
I love it best during autumn
When the moon and street lights
Illuminate a silver fog eerily,
Floating over swamp land
Like Victorian England
During Jack's heyday.
Vincent Price is the perfect narrator
For this particular kind of fog.
His voiceover would hit the right macabre note,
The cynical jab of sarcasm,
Punctuated by his signature laugh-
A cackle, perhaps heard up high in dark towers.
I can see beyond the sparse
String of cars on the highway ahead
That the moon governs the fog,
Sprinkling the veil over, past the rails
Dancing for our transient amusement.
Look at the bones!
They gather dust there in the ground
Picked dry by freeloading insects.
The banquet days are over now
As the ghost forgets the horror show,
Sleeping content in a bed of earth-
Dracula, without insatiable thirst.
Once Upon a Halloween
(co-written by Amanda Waley)
Once upon a Halloween
There lived an ancient queen
Besotten by madness and regret
and all the gold her minions could get.
But the wealth and bloodletting fell short
To her desire for an able consort,
Disappointed by many a brute or jester
Now locked up and made to fester
After the jokes wore thin.
With each month, a new search to begin.
"My Queen, choose me!" cried a werewolf
Who preferred feasting to golf,
Salivating over her flesh,
Ripping the throats of maidens fresh.
Werewolves, lords, blacksmiths and the like
Flocked to her beauty like crows or shrikes
Most finding prison and also death,
Lying through their teeth with each breath.
Until one day a monster came,
Swept her on his shoulders, whispered her name.
He had fallen to her charms and grace
and now he would steal her away from this place
To live in a tomb, an unmarked grave
For this man was Death, and the Queen now his slave.