It Is Foretold…a Halloween Tale 2021 Poem by Leria Hawkins

The night is pitch, the air is chill'd
A ghostly fog drifts ‘round the hills
Night winds grumble thru the trees
To spread the whisper of disease

Out past the rise, a den of doom
A place where only shadows loom
Where witches chant and goblins feed
On this deadly night of Halloween

The old graveyard in silence waits
For turn of earth, and creak of gate
Gravestones mark the weathered path
Where vampires wake, filled with wrath

Each year they rise in search of prey
For the restless soul who tends to stray
Crouching low in darkness, out of sight
For those who dare to brave this night

Across the vale, a church bell sounds
To warn the children gathered round
Stay close to home, walk in pairs
Never venture up the graveyard stairs

As one step too far, and you may fall
Into a demon free-for-all
Where your heart will turn forever black
And you've no chance of turning back

If caught, you will become a slave
The mindless keeper of his grave
A minion for the undead prince
With never a mind for penitence

Beware, this warning you must heed
Take extra care to remain unseen
And never crack the graveyard gate
Else, be the feast upon his plate

Now, you've been warned, it is foretold
This counsel is for both young and old
And I hope to never hear you scream
On this deadly night of Halloween…


© Leria Hawkins, 2021