The Demon Herd <br /> <br />Down in the wastelands, there’s a frightening sight, <br />That can only be seen on Halloween night. <br />In the lowering clouds, a vast herd of bulls appear, <br />With hooves that stamp thunder, and red eyes that sear! <br /> <br />Behind them straggle skeletons with bones that rattle, <br />Bound hand and foot in chains, and yoked like cattle. <br />On All Hallows Eve, the eve of souls that died, <br />Shuffle the perpetrators of genocides. <br /> <br />The bulls have glowing, gleaming horns, and nostrils snorting fire, <br />Pawing the clouds, they are not by men or angel hosts squired. <br />With booming crashes, blinding lightening, who leads this choir? <br />If they are a demon herd, then who is their sire? <br /> <br />Branded in each skull, a cloven hoof still smokes. <br />If they stumble or fall, a fiery horn gives them a poke. <br />A wind from Hell arises, and they all vanish from sight, <br />But they’ll be back again, on next Halloween night!<br /><br />Mary Naylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/demon-herd/
