The Midnight Dead Poem by Josh Alfred

The Midnight Dead



The clock struck midnight.
And time beget the haunting hour.
Rain was accompanied by flash of light.
And the children awoke with terror.

Wind whistled into the attic
Waking the sleeping spirits
Howls sent the children in panic
Ghosts sang their ancient lyrics.
The clock swayed with a tock
Child spirit absconded the stairs
A parent ghost let out a mock
'You're not going anywhere.'

Heavy foot-falls made wood moan,
The child's room door slammed close
A ghost girl walked to window along
And asked the two kids to follow.

Little Andrew looked at Will
The lever on the door severed
The father was coming to kill
His step-daughter, as her mother

Father ghost couldn't see the two
As he walked over to window
They watched what the ghost man would do.
He turned and looked at the two quiet evil.

He raised his shot-gun to kill.
The two children were already dead.
His sons, Andre and little Will.
Blown off their tiny heads.

The father wasn't finished.
He climbed onto the roof.
Rain caused balance to diminish
Fell on his head, and gone with a poof.

The clock struck midnight.
And the ghost emerged in air.
The father called out his plight,
'You're not going anywhere.'

__Halloween 2014

Thursday, March 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: halloween
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