Be afraid of your natural attraction to
leering jack-o'-lanterns
that would bite your hand off
if it wandered into their loathsome grin.
Mere fear, is not, of course,
a natural attraction, that beckons us
to stand in life's light.
One is apt to look upon
Gargoyles, goblins and ghosts
with childlike curiosity, those unworldly
fiends—how they seduce you when they come
tricking or treating, not to yield to the impossibility
They prey on, waiting for the door to
creak open, an invitation to come in
is all the vampire wants—and then you will have
bats imbibing blood in the basement, the bathroom, the belfry.
Share the guilt when you hear of people
in the park being grated like cheese by the violent
hungry horror that comes when the moon is full.
It should have been you. But you accept
That it is the very nature of things for such
misfortune to fall upon others, not ourselves.
There is a certain sad pleasure to be had from being forever
relegated to the bridesmaid of the bride of Frankenstein.
Forgiveness may be sought, which
if afforded could compel the moon to rise to new
heights. But even with the procurance of the sacred silver
shield, there is still no sacrament to stifle the invisible man.
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31 Days of Spooky Tales
HorrorA spine-tingling collection of bloodcurdling microfiction inspired by the "30 Days of Spooky Tales" prompts offered up by the @adultfiction, @ChickLit, @MicroBytes and @Paranormal profiles.
