Deep is this wooded maze <br />Where deep within <br />The pack was made <br />Lore not spoken, not spoken <br />For days upon days <br />The ancestral curse <br />Attributed such to forgotten ways <br />A town without mountains <br />Without caves <br />No oceans or hills <br />Only secrets kept <br />For days upon days <br /> <br />Believers they were not <br />Real is only to touch and feel <br />But on All Hallows Eve <br />Out of dark would appear <br />A trollish hobbit <br />With Emerald eyes that glow, <br />That glow! <br />Carrying a satchel of dust <br />On the town he would throw <br />Citing “Celebrate this night” <br />Or suffer the wrath <br />Spirits are lost <br />We must show them the path <br /> <br />The rules quite silly <br />Consisting of candy and masks <br />Homage to the dead <br />And deaths artifacts <br />The troll with his satchel <br />And pumpkin shaped head <br />Warned of the consequences <br />And these words he said, <br />“Now and forever” <br />“On All Hallows Eve” <br />“Carry out this tradition” <br />“Or cursed you will be” <br /> <br />The troll then vanished <br />Into the hardwoods he’d gone <br />Some townspeople would heed <br />The words the troll sung <br />Others just laughed <br />And went on their way <br />Forever they’d remember <br />The hex of this day <br />For the very next morning <br />Found dead in their bed <br />With the spirits they’d walk <br />Forever cursed to this land <br /> <br />For now and forever <br />On All Hallows Eve <br />All people of Ol’ Crooked Creek <br />Would always believe <br />Celebrating this night <br />Dressed as spirits and ghouls <br />Making Jack-O-Lantern pumpkins <br />As a gift to the troll <br />Remembering the fate <br />From those generations before <br />Halloween they would call it <br />Evermore, evermore <br /> <br />This of the story <br />Which no one would speak <br />For this is the curse <br />Of Ol’ Crooked Creek<br /><br />Eric The Viking<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ol-crooked-creek/
