One, two, three,
She was hanging from a tree.
Four, five, six,
There was a pile of bones and sticks.
Seven, eight, nine,
He had a pair of knifes.
Ten, eleven, twelve,
There stood no one else.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen,
It was the night of Halloween.
Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen,
She was barely a teen.
Nineteen, twenty, twenty one,
Now all her hopes are gone.
Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four,
He’d fooled her all time long.
Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven,
They were on Street Eleven.
Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty,
His hands with blood are dirty.
Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three,
He was on a killing spree.
Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six,
Drowning in madness he became sick.
Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine,
Now he just wants to hit rewind.
-Lord of Death
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Halloween Poems and Stories
HorreurThis is basically what the title says, a sort of archive with lots of one-shots dedicated to Halloween. Not all the stories are mine but I thought it would be a fun thing to read in a small amount of time. I do take requests so feel free to ask for...
