Ol' Crooked Creek Poem by Eric The Viking

Deep is this wooded maze
Where deep within
The pack was made
Lore not spoken, not spoken
For days upon days
An ancestral curse
Attributed such to forgotten ways
Only secrets kept
For days upon days

Believers they were not
Real is only to touch and feel
But on All Hallows Eve
Out of dark would appear
A trollish hobbit
With Emerald eyes that glow,
That glow!
Carrying a satchel of dust
On the town he would throw
Citing "Celebrate this night"
Or suffer the wrath
Spirits are lost
We must show them the path

The rules quite silly
Consisting of candy and masks
Homage to the dead
And deaths artifacts
The troll with his satchel
And pumpkin shaped head
Warned of the consequences
And these words he said,
"Now and forever"
"On All Hallows Eve"
"Carry out this tradition"
"Or cursed you will be"

The troll then vanished
Into the hardwoods he'd gone
Some townspeople would heed
The words the troll sung
Others just laughed
And went on their way
Forever they'd remember
The hex of this day
For the very next morning
Found dead in their bed
With the spirits they'd walk
Forever cursed to this land

For now and forever
On All Hallows Eve
All people of Ol' Crooked Creek
Would always believe
Celebrating this night
Dressed as spirits and ghouls
Making Jack-O-Lantern pumpkins
As a gift to the troll
Remembering the fate
From those generations before
Halloween they would call it
Evermore, evermore

This of the story
Which no one would speak
For this is the curse
Of Ol' Crooked Creek