Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
There once was a woman
Who came back
From beyond
The grave
As a shape shifter
Though she
Can only shift into
A peacock
Whenever she wants to find love
When the jack o lanterns
Are lit up
Like a demonic
Christmas tree
My undead heart
Like a dove
For this is My night.  
Every day
Is Halloween
Happy halloweeen!
Flaming tears fall from her eye
With knowledge that she will soon die
Her sisters, they do weep
They know what they wish to seek

Beasts in fur, search for prey
With scythe in hand, wish to slay.
A swift slice across her belly
She falls smoothly, elegantly

Vampires roam about the day
To find her sap and dig their fangs
Into her firm and smooth skin
Draining, leaving her limp and thin

Ghosts float over head
Releasing toxins which have led,
Many of her sisters to perish
Their memories are cherished

Those who survive are often bitter
with needles on their shoulders, fine in figure
Firm, they do stand tall
For them, tears do not fall
Toxic yeti Feb 13
As Lizzie and I
Walk down an autumn trail
I hear a female voice
But both of us are quite
I turn around
And I see a young woman
In a karate uniform
She was a a black belt
Though I can see through her
She stops talking
Begging for her
Monk lover
She weeps and sobbs.
I tell Liz that I just saw
A ghost.
Soon the young woman
But the trailer echoes
Her cries, sobs and weeping.
Liz and I walk
To the safety of the car.
Mary Worth, Mary Worth, Mary Worth... they've called to you.

Through the looking glass as the shadows grew.
With the candles lit, young people they stare.
In a fit they call to you, but you're never there.

Or are you... Mary Worth, sitting behind the glass, brushing your locks as the church calls to mass. They call to you... three times it's said, yet you never appear, at least not before bed.

You sit and you stare, with your hateful eyes, if only they saw you and how you despise; each of the children, the girls and the boys, who call out your name, in a dark room, with their toys...  You're ready for them, You could get them tonight but instead you just wait until the moment is right.

But I know the secret and I have the charm, You can't get to me Mary, You waited to long!

A hair from the devil, who's a long tailed fellow.
A ribbon on a bone from a wicked old crone.
Add a pinch of dust from a vampires bust.

I have it all in my little silver box and it's shut up tight with three shiny locks.

Now I am protected. I know the way, but watch out children or you'll be spirited away! Make sure you take heed of the galloping steed for it's death herself coming for you with a spider's stealth.

She'll wrap you up in a blanket so cold.

You'll never wake up...

You'll never grow old.
A little poem to go along with this children's Mary Worth ceremony
Khayri RR Woulfe Nov 2018
Unang gabi sa huling sandali
Nag-aagaw ang ilaw at dilim
Katahimika'y namamayani.

Nakatayo sa gilid ng bangin
Isang hakbang tungo sa libingan
Nakapikit ngunit nakatingin.

Sumilip ang buwan sa kalangitan
Hudyat ng katapusan ng duyog
Tuluyang bumukas ang pintuan.

Lumiyab ang bawat alikabok
Mga alitaptap na dumadapo
Sa bawat sugat nangingimasok.

Buhok ay nagsimulang lumago
Sabay sa pag-ikli ng hininga
Nagpupumiglas sa bawat pulso.

Isang bulaklak na bumubuka
Dugo at ginto ang tanging dilig
Usbong sa hungkag at tuyong lupa.

Buto at laman ay nanginginig
Balat ay nagsimulang uminit
Halik ng apoy sa pulang tubig.

Umuungol sa bawat pagpunit
Likuran na may bagong pasanin
Ngipin na sukdulang nagngangalit.

Nakalutang sa payak na hangin
Kamay ang nagsisilbing kandila
Maglalakbay sa tulay na itim.

Isang sulyap bago kumawala
Ibinuka ang pakpak na pilak
Huling yugto ng pakikidigma.
11 November 2018

© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
KKM Jan 23
something about checkered ties & purple hearts clenches a part of my hand that keeps me from writing to you and i cant even blame the snow for falling on a saturday bc God knows something needs to come down on us and it cant be our blue realizations or late movie night plans 76 days post April fools where once again the scar on your right hand will remind me of vicious wolves who only know fear and full moons, something we never talk about bc Halloween comes in a different month than Christmas & apparently that's an issue about advent calendars, not mood swings so constant you'll burn your pinky on a tray of bruschetta toast 4 times & react differently each time the heat wants to darken your skin unkindly
Crystal Freda Jan 14
Darkness triggered the moonlight
with no wolves howling
causing a deep fright
for a walk in the night.

Clouds cover the stars
with cold winds against the trees
with things as spooky as they are
you better not go too far.

As the owls shout who
and you hear a loud noise.
You don't know what to do
when you turn around and hear boo!
Toxic yeti Jan 7
Every fall this happens
As I leave the house
On all hallos eve
The moon
Does something wonderful

It displays such a show
It stops all trick or treaters
Better the the Dipper
The moon is full
And it changes colour of the rainbow


The colours
Of the moon
Gets more intense
As the evening progresses

I am relaxed
By this
It’s special
For I had a bad day and
It happens every fall

Then the moon flickers
Like a flame
And changes to white
It’s usuall colour
What a night.
Toxic yeti Jan 7
The night
This night
Is my magical night

When most
Dress up as monsters I go
As xena,
Joan of Arc,
A samurai
Or some one from the old days

I relive my past lives
On this night.
Next page