Of all the nights I love the most
It’s Halloween each night I’d host
I’d spend my life dressed as a ghost
A moaning, wailing, scary ghost….
Last night as I lay deeply sleeping
I was disturbed by footsteps creeping
And the eerie sound of someone weeping
Who was it softly weeping, weeping?

My heart beat with a growing dread
As a spectre formed beside my bed
Grey eyeballs hanging in its head,
Such dread eyeballs in its head.

The room reeked of its rotting bones
It opened its dead maw and moaned
And spoke to me in mocking tones,
I shan’t forget its mocking tones,

“You made a wish that every night
Was full of fear and mortal fright
Your wish fulfilled ‘tis my delight.
Oh yes, oh yes, ‘tis my delight.
Tonight you can forget sweet dreams,
This eve shall only bring shrill screams,
Welcome dear to Halloween,
Your own eternal Halloween!”

My deepest fears were now in sight
As my body’s life and breath took flight
My eyes grew dull and lost their light
And I screamed in pure and mortal fright.

The weeping sound that I had heard
‘Twas me, in ghostly form, interred
Crying, wailing, most disturbed
Pleading for my life preferred.

My mind could not believe my eyes
That wish I’d made now seemed unwise
There was no one near to heed my cries
But the spectre with the hanging eyes.

The spectre, with contempt, he spat,
“Calm down, my dear, enough of that!
For nobody likes a scaredy cat.
A crying, mewling, scaredy cat”

So this is how I pass my time;
For living days I moan and pine
In self pity at my own decline
My foolish, foolish, sad decline.

So, dear reader, please be warned,
Be careful what you’re wishing for;
Lest you end up, for evermore,
A ghost that’s scared of its own form.

Chefleur

23.10.07