Once upon a midnight, ghostly, <br />Partied many, dead ones mostly. <br />Feasting in the graveyard, sprightly, <br />Black fanged werewolves ate, engrossedly. <br /> <br />In the bone yard, drab and squalid, <br />Apparitions (staring stolid <br />Neath the veiled moon, clouded lightly) , <br />Sought fresh bodies, lean but solid. <br /> <br />Fiendish eyes shone, light and sparkly, <br />Ghouls and demons danced, so darkly. <br />Maggots munching mush unsightly, <br />Black blood streamed like ink, quite starkly. <br /> <br />Fetid flesh oozed, flowing freely, <br />Through the crypt doors, cold and steely. <br />Shadows, ashen, pranced contritely, <br />Ebon serpents slithered eely. <br /> <br />As it happens, all too often, <br />Zombies dimly closed the coffin – <br />Ra, the sun god, rising slightly <br />Hunger pangs were soon to soften. <br /> <br />If you ask, I’ll tell you blankly, <br />When you’re feeling dark and dankly <br />Come to where this happens nightly. <br />They’ll enjoy the feast, quite frankly... <br /> <br />: -)<br /><br />Terry O'Leary<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-black-night/
