Poetry

Happy Halloween

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The air was crisp and cool/
The climate of the fool/
Light diminishes rapidly
Kids chatter vapidly
Innocent souls wonder The streets/
Tricking the treats to earn sweets/
All exclaiming happy Halloween/
None the wiser to the macabre fiend/
Wander off into the night/
Stray farther away from the light/
Welcome the embrace of the night/
Lose you soul to its might/
Turn about and find that you are lost/
Feel the tendrils of darkness like burning frost/
Cry out for help in your fear/
Let me the first to tell you, no one is near/
“please please let me live”
Your soul is the only thing you have to give/
Too scared to offer, it will be stolen/
Ripped from your flesh with claws so swollen/
Swollen with lust for your soul/
Try to deny it and heads will roll/
You sought candy and a good time/
Now you lay lifeless covered in dirt and grime/
Bleed out slow, a victory for the fiend/
Looks like yet again it’s a Happy Halloween

Poetic Ice

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Poetry

Heart Beat

Ba-bum ba-bum/
The calm heart beats/
A calmness in the air, a peace in the streets/
Silently the sun swiftly sets/
The dangers arise, evil places bets/
What are the odds you’ll live the night/
What was that sound? Was it your fright?/
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum
The heart turns up the frequency/
Your body shivers, surrounded by delinquency/
Go left, no right! Not down the dark alley/
Turn the corner, only to enter death valley/
Stripping you of money and clothes isn’t their goal/
These dark citizens are after your soul/
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum/
The heart now the star of a bloody thriller/
Your eyes locked on your would be killer/
Mind confused, do I fight or run?/
Either way he”ll cut you down fir fun/
Drop to your knees beg for life/
A smile breaks out as he licks his knife/
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum/
Adrenaline takes over as you plead/
The chemical fuels your instinctual need/
Rush him, fight to survive/
He thrusts for you to no longer be alive/
Struggle on until warm flesh meets cold steel/
The crimson life force oozes from the blades meal/
Ba-bum…. ba-bum….. ba-bum
The heart begins to slow/
With each vicious stab the crimson will flow/
This is the true end/
There is no way a severed ventricle will mend/
Lifeless eyes, the reaper has played his roll/
Ever so quietly, these are the final sounds of your soul/
Ba-bum……………. ba-bum

-Poetic Ice

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