The House at the End of the Lane
written by: Odonoko-ba
@odonkoba
The moon sat High in the night sky
Its light
Casting dubious
Shadows-
That danced about reckless
Playing upon the imagination of
The unsuspecting. Inducing
A formication that
Elicited horripilation
A strange and curious trepidation
Felt by all
Clustered near
Halloween has always been
His favorite time of year
Carving jack o laterns
Fiends and phantoms
Witches ghost and fear
And the children
He regards most dear
With the promise of candy
Again this year
The minions
Of this town
Shall surely know fear
They came up the lane slowly
Children and their guardians
A black tabby scurried
Across the path
Hurriedly
As if
To announce the arrival
Of the doom
An owl hooted
Heralding gloom
A dog can be heard
Howling at
Shadows
And the little ones
Tense
Gripped their parents hands
Tighter than rope
Attached to gallows
They were here
He could hear the
Creaking of the porch
A telltale sign of visitors
For sure
The moment has come
A knock at the door
Validates his assumptions
He muses seduction
Scrumptious
As he rushes to answer
A mirror he sees
He pauses and
Admires his Monster
He opens the door
Screams galore
Welcome
To the
Haunted
House of
Gore
I write because I must. It is my life-line. My Beacon in a world cloaked in darkness, steadfast upon destruction, blinded by their own selfish needs...I write because I must, to maintain my sanity in an otherwise insane world.
Welcome to my humble sanctum
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