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Happy Halloween!

Halloween was finally here.
My friend and I decided not.
We were too old this year.
Our thing, we’re more into rot.

Our plan was to hang out
At the Saint Ives Cemetery.
It was the perfect spot.
Dark, bleak and dreary.

Mid-way through the town.
Any way a goblin walked.
They would walk right by…
The yard, with the grave plots.

Street lamps lite the gate quite well.
The glow gave an eerie feel.
Further inside, darker than before,
Until standing at the mausoleum door.

We were there to play tricks, on the un-expecting.
Neither of us thought… We’d be the un-suspecting.

THUMP! THUMP! On the door.
THUMP! THUMP! Can’t take no more.
THUMP! THUMP! It hurts my head.

Why did I come here I do not know.
My friend, he did insist.
Now the night is so frightful,
With this banging, as it persists.

The stone door, it is so cold.
A place for only the dead.
But something from the other side
is banging, causing dread.

The grass is wet and dark,
From here it looks black.
The stones that bear their names,
Of those that should not come back.

THUMP! THUMP! A sound I don’t want to hear!
THUMP! THUMP! The clouds go rolling by.
THUMP! THUMP! Day break is not even near!
THUMP! THUMP! I think I will sit and cry.

What was the plan? I try to recall.
When I came here I had a clue.
But now I am here all alone,
I do not know what to do.

I want to run but can not move,
I wonder where he has gone.
My friend you see has disappeared,
Left me scared and alone.

The thought now did occur to me…
That maybe the banging, it was he?
I would have to open that door
For myself to see.

THUMP! THUMP! I get closer to the quake.
THUMP! THUMP! My mind is only thinking gore.
THUMP! THUMP! My hands tremble and shake…
THUMP! THUMP! I open the cold heavy door.

My friend,  he stood there yelling loud at me….

I looked at him and screamed

Another sound had started once more.
Again, a banging on that concrete door.
What was it now, not us for sure.
We both stood here and accounted for.

My friend and I looked at each other.
What to do now, we were not sure.
What ever it was, was not us,
On the other side of that door

THUMP! THUMP! We could not breathe.
THUMP! THUMP! Was the only sound.
THUMP! THUMP! We had to leave.
THUMP! THUMP! Death was all around.

Like a walker over hot coals…
I thought, I would be brave.
Open the door just to see…
Maybe coax back into it’s grave.

As my hand touched to the cold,
The sound was still and quiet.
My heart beat hard in my chest,
And I just could not do it.

I pushed my friend, we started to run
And ran we did, all the way home.
He to his, I to mine, safe we did recover.
Snug in bed, waiting, until this Halloween is over.

The sound repeats…steady, cold and true.

The dead awake to walk free, waiting there for you.

A night for death and life to commune; to gather and to mingle.

It is true, that chill you feel, and down your spine the tingle


Rounded Webs The Daily Post Photo Challenge

Autumn presents an incredible time to capture beautiful photographs. These photos of webs taken on a sunny Saturday, the twenty-third of September. I remember thinking while taking them, even the spiders know what season it is. Spooky spiders are sometimes associated with Halloween and this time of year. There is nothing spectacular or special about these particular spider webs, other than they caught my eye that day and I had to take a few shots of them. Their beauty mesmerized me and just so happens the webs spun were perfect for this challenge today.

The Daily Post | Photo Challenge | Rounded

This week, share your take on “rounded.” it’s a broad theme, so I look forward to your personal interpretations, whether you choose to focus on a curving street, limbs caught mid-way through a dance, a bowl of fruit (think of all the round shapes!), or any other object, landscape, or texture that fits within your definition of the theme. As always, less-literal takes are equally welcome.