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Marching, laughing, shrieking,
Riding a blue-black horse.
Around the corner, galloping,
Fella chooses his course.
The skeletal trees point fingers;
The wind whispers in his ear.
And the burnt flesh on his cheeks,
Is enough to inspire fear.
A cackle rips from his throat;
He wields a blood-soaked knife.
Though he appears just once a year,
He's remembered for horror and strife.
His bones tear through his skin,
As he leaves a broken town.
And the victims slaughtered tonight,
Are waiting to be found.
Riding a blue-black horse.
Around the corner, galloping,
Fella chooses his course.
The skeletal trees point fingers;
The wind whispers in his ear.
And the burnt flesh on his cheeks,
Is enough to inspire fear.
A cackle rips from his throat;
He wields a blood-soaked knife.
Though he appears just once a year,
He's remembered for horror and strife.
His bones tear through his skin,
As he leaves a broken town.
And the victims slaughtered tonight,
Are waiting to be found.
A poem for the Fella Halloween Contest.
I'll write a story later as well, I think, this was just something quick I came up with.
I'll write a story later as well, I think, this was just something quick I came up with.
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