The Story of Hallows Eve

By Kaleigh Smith

Along the muddy roads at night
the winds would blow and then
a howl be heard amongst the trees
of the kingdom Mourning Dwen
the shrieks and cries of witches’ lies
beyond the river bend,
and be only heard at midnight in
this spooky howling glen

Werewolves cry, and vampires fly
wings flapping in the wind,
their screeches soar across the sky
o’er silent Mourning Dwen.
Disturbing things in shadows hide
songs are sung without end,
their melancholy sounds abide
in this creepy aboding land.

Zombies limp across the roads
and moan to no end
their flesh is peeling of their bones
and they don’t know they’re dead.
The Headless Horseman races along
searching for its head
chasing poor Ichabod
who rides on Gunpowder ahead

Now that you know
this scary midnight gloom
be careful where you step
and beware of the moon
for every year on this night
they come again and again
to haunt their places
never to stop
in this shrieking Mourning Dwen.

©Kaleigh Smith 2013