The Hangers of Midnight
by
William Robbins
copyright 10-18-2002
Age Rating: 18 to 127
Picture Credits:
image courtesy http://www.animationfactory.com
It was during that most bewitching hour
late one All Hallow’s Eve,
that my eyes and ears
did in terror first have a chance to perceive
a steady screech of my closet door
when it slid open by itself
unveiling something horrifying hanging above the floor.
My chest burned with dread as an amber flicker came to my sight
revealing how all my hanging clothes
were now gray death shrouds outlined by its light.
Then one shroud pointed at me with an empty, quivering sleeve
before all of them vanished,
exposing an orange archway above a path that my orbs could hardly believe.
Bordering its snaking road of bleeding white coffin lids
were legions of moaning purple torsos
entwined with screaming vines of blue
that begged for me to join them
where I sensed only insanity would brew.
And when I could no longer endure their paralyzing mural of fear
I was awaken by a voice gasping, "perhaps you’ll be ours’ this time next year!"
Wishing all a memorable and happy Halloween
with lots of tasty treats and some peaceful, comforting dream
and if by chance your closet should bring you this disquieting cheer
we’ll understand why the next day you are unable to appear!
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Wonderful horror, William. I was captured by the clever, macabre imagery and lyrical rhyme. Look out, Dean Koontz and Stephen King. LOL! Finely crafted. Happy Halloween!