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The Witch is Transformed

Written by Ann LeFlore: for TheGooseberry Garden Poetry Slam Week 11 Halloween Special. This is the last day before the frightful night so be prepared what you will see on Halloween night. You still have a chance to run and hide to protect yourself from the creatures that come out tomorrow night. Happy Halloween everyone and hope that you have a wonderful Halloween and see you back next year with some more wonderful poem for this time of year.

The Witch is Transformed

 

On Halloween night you start to change
Your body begins to transform and rearrange
When the sun goes down and the full moon glows
Your life is not the same and starts to transpose

Your hair turns grey and starts to grow
Your breath reeks like stale tobacco
Your nails harden like the claws of a bear
Your eyes are sunken with a darkened glare

Your dress turns to rags and starts to tear
Your nose is large and pointy like the Delaware
Your fingers are long and start to crack
Your back starts to change and becomes hunchback

Your lips become cracked and turn to an ashen grey
Your voice escapes through your blocked airway
Your toes begin to curl and turn
Your ears grow frail and start to burn

Your teeth turn black and start to rot out
Your veins start to protrude and fill with gout
Your heart starts to shrink and turn black
Your voice is raspy and starts to crack

Next thing you know you start to chant
You go so mad you rave and rant
You look for your largest kettle
Big and round and black as metal

The fire starts to crackle and burn
As the spells inside your head start to turn
The children start to come to your gate
Candies and goodies are used for bait

The caldron begins to bubble and hiss
The black cat stands by your feet and assists
For in your glance there is a snare
And in your smile there is a scare

The children are summands one by one
There is no place to hide no place to run
The caldron is ready for your stew
The children are added with the last cockatoo

For tonight is the night for the witches feast
No one is safe on this night not man or beast
Just one day of the year the witches run wild
Run and hide and save your grandchild

The Groom of the Dead Bride

Written by Ann LeFlore: for dVerse Open Link Night Week 15. Well Halloween is only a few days off now and everyone is preparing for the growling and frightful night. So to get us all in the mood here is another Halloween poem to spike your spirits. Happy Halloween and may all your spooks be frightful and gleam.

The Groom of the Dead Bride

 

The thunder tolls the hour of the dead
The witches stop and turn their heads
The goblins start to dance by the moon light
The vampire bats wake up and take flight

Tonight is the night to wake the dead
Lift them up from their dark sunken beds
The spider webs glow a silvery haze
The widows stalk their unsuspected prey

Tonight the blood will flow from your souls
To seep deep beneath and fill the holes
Up from the moss filled earthen soil
The burley wood is rotten and begins to spoil

The vapors rise up from the graves below
To grab the eyes of the blackened crows
The order starts to seep and fill our nose
The darkened flowers turn to blackened rose

Graves begin to crack and moan
As we listen to their eerie groans
Rumbling sound from down deep within
Up from the ground rises your evil twin

The church bells toll the hour we await
The bride stands there at half past eight
The groom is called and can’t be late
For tonight is his one and only fait

The bride awaits her virgin man
To marry and take his mortal hand
Together they will rule this land
Here they will take their one last stand

The groom arrives in his hypnotic state
Standing before the pearly gate
The church bells toll the hour of nine
Their souls are filled with bloody red wine

The kiss of death is on his lips
Her claws dig in for their final grips
The marriage made on this dead mans night
Can only end in a horrible fright

The mere mortal has turned to ashen dust
To serve and please her every lust
The marriage is sealed with the final kiss
She screams in the hour of her bliss

Dead begin to dance and sing
For now he wears her ring
Trapped deep within her blackened grace
Hypnotized to love her sunken face

The marriage is made in hell we see
As she sings like a banshee
On the thirty first day he died
Only on Halloween he is barley alive

Taken From Me On Halloween Night

Written by Ann LeFlore; for The Poetry Palace. Week 54 poets rally; submit a free verse or poem of your choice. Halloween is drawing closer each day and to get into the mood of the season I wrote another Halloween Poem. I love Halloween and the poems are endless and the images are so fun to create poetry for such a wonderful scary night. Not long now before the witches come out to make their brew, black cats scream at the moon, and vampires are there to drink from your veins. Enjoy this season and Happy Halloween to everyone

Taken From Me On Halloween Night

Seven hundred years have passed
I finally found you at last
They burned you on the stake
Just because of your name sake

That day the fire burned cyclamen and rose
I watched the flames burning from your nose
Your eyelids flamed a purple glow
I held your hand and tried to blow

Left alone in this dog eyed place
Your ashes rose into empty space
Each year on this date
I come here to wait

Tonight at half past eight
I will be there at your gate
To light the fire a chrisom rose
Oh darling how my desire grows

In the flames I will throw
The bloody red eyes of a dead crow
The wing of two hundred bats
One very dead fat black cat

Fire and water, earth and sky
Dead eyes light the night
Black and oily dark as night
Vision of you cloud my sight

Just one chance to get this right
Before the devils takes flight
Only on this day this night
Under the full moon light

They took you from this land
Now I come back to claim your hand
You will be my bride tonight
Laughing at this the fire burns bright

Each year on this date
There is only one fate
To come back to this place
To start a new race

Our children wait your return
To teach them what they should learn
Mortal men are so vain
When we suck the blood from their veins

Tonight we take flight
In the full moon light
The werewolves howl at such a sight
Only tonight we’ll make it right
My revenge begins on Halloween night