Creeping from the darkness,
From the night, and from the shadows;
What they want and where they came from,
No one really knows.
They are the things that creep and crawl,
The things that scratch and bite;
They are the things that howl and shriek,
That keep you up at night.
They are known by many names,
And yet are known by none.
They dance beneath the moonlight
And they vanish in the sun.
They are known as bogey men,
As banshees, spirits, ghosts.
They sing and dance and laugh and jeer
And rave and brag and boast.
They emerge from the corners
And come from the chimney floo;
They dance out in the garden,
Dropping the early morning dew.
With their long white fingers,
They tap at your window pane,
And with their chilling voices,
They softly call your name.
They are known by many names,
And yet are known by none;
They dance beneath the moonlight,
And they vanish in the sun.
Author notes
Happy Halloween, everyone. (:
A contest entry
- 2008 Allpoetry Halloween Bash by Little Feather.
12350 points, ended November 21, 67 entries
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Comments
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Thanks for your entry
This could almost be a song. I like the repitition of the one stanza.
Thank you for entering. Good luck in the contest and thank you for following the rules.
I encourage you to keep writing to read and comment
Happy Halloween and God Bless
Tammy
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Super Spooky
What a delightful poem for the Halloween season. It would be a gread read for sharing at a bonfire. I think you have a nice touch with poetry.
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Very well written poem, you must have put a lot of of hard work in this, i hope others enjoy this poem as i did myself.
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