THE HALLOWEEN GUEST
You never know what you’ll find
When you set out on Halloween;
But once you discover what’s in the dark
It’ll make you scream;
Beyond the safety of your front door,
Goblins, ghosts, and vampires are real;
As you pass the glowing, grinning jack-o-lanterns,
Is that terror that you feel?
Chin up, don’t tarry
Halloween is just one big story, you know;
I mean, black cats aren’t really witches,
That’s so Edgar Allen Poe!
What? You hear footsteps behind you?
But it is only you and me!
Don’t tell me you’re getting scared,
A little… creepy?
Wasn’t that last house generous,
Filling your bag with sinful, tasty treats?
Did you notice that the man had fangs?
That will make your heart stop a beat;
Yes, you are correct,
That was a coffin by the door;
I bet he’d let you lie in it,
If you want some more.
There is screeching in the air,
You’re right, they’re bats;
When they are hungry
They get to swarming like gnats;
Bats are voracious about blood,
So you’d better protect your neck;
Watch out, they might swoop down on you,
They’re tiny as a speck.
Yes, that’s a graveyard,
It’s very, very old;
Beware, lest you meet Pernilla,
For a ghost, she’s dreadfully bold;
See that tall stone, like an obelisk?
It’s her resting place;
However, she’s anything but peaceful
If you meet her face to face!
What, you want to go home,
You’ve had enough?
I hope it’s nothing that I said,
But to survive Halloween, you’ve got to be tough;
There are werewolves on the prowl,
You never know who’ll they’ll be;
But, friend, you’re in luck
Because they look just like me!
--© 2011 Joel Bjorling