Halloween, Halloween,
It’s not the time for in between,
Heaven and earth,
Alive and bedeviled,
Choose your true tack,
Lest you are cast into Hell.
Category Archives: Halloween
Halloween is coming your way – be warned!
Pumpkin Heads,
Pumpkin heads, pumpkin heads, ho, ho, ho, they’re the pumpkin heads,
Creepy things, eerie things, scaring half to death,
Pumpkin heads we must get!
Pumpkin heads, pumpkin heads, ho, ho, ho, they’re the pumpkin heads,
Yellow things, orange things, burning bright inside,
Pumpkin heads or we will cry!
Pumpkin heads, pumpkin heads, ho, ho, ho, they’re the pumpkin heads,
Witches here, wizards near, chanting round them lit,
Pumpkin heads: we will hit!
Pumpkin heads, pumpkin heads, ho, ho, ho, it’s the pumpkin heads,
Smash them up, bash them up, ‘till they’re whacked to bits,
Pumpkin heads, hit, hit, hit!
Tired heads, sleepy heads, zzz, zzz, zzz, we’re going to bed,
Land of nod, brains all fogged, drifting off to sleep,
Pumpkin heads next year – and heaps!
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Monsters, Scary Monsters
Halloween Monsters
Monsters, scary monsters are coming your way,
Monsters, scary monsters, hark what I say,
As Halloween draws closer they will zoom in on you,
Monsters, scary monsters BOO HOO, HOO, HOO!
Resting Asleep in my Coffin…
I am hungry, so hungry for sustenance this day,
While resting, asleep in my coffin, away,
From sunlight, the bane of my death, I say,
Until darkness returns and I have my foul way,
Drinking freely of blood to save my decay,
Grim Reaper’s cold scythe kept firmly at bay.
Double, double toil and trouble
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Writer crazy, madman he,
In the maelstrom boil with glee.
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Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Author’s charm and writer’s sting,
Wizard sage; wolf dog sing.
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For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Read it with your glowering brood,
Read if fast, quick and good.
Pumpkin Heads are Coming to Town
Oh, you’d better not shriek
You’d better not groan
You’d better not howl
You’d better not moan
Pumpkin Heads are coming to town.
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They’re making a list of those they meet
Those who will get tricks
And those who deserve treats
Pumpkin Heads are coming to town.
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They’re searching every pumpkin patch
Haunted houses far and near
To see if you’ve been spreading gloom
Or bringing lots of cheer.
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Oh, you’d better not shriek
You’d better not groan
You’d better not howl
You’d better not moan
Pumpkin heads are coming to town.
Call of the Kindred
Call of the Kindred
Come to me, little mortal
I can bring you to heaven’s portal
There’ll be no sorrow, there’ll be no pain
Feelings of joy will fill your brain
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Come to me, sweet human thing
Give me your heart and I’ll make it sing
Forget your fears, leave them behind
Forget the troubles of your kind
Come to me… yes, that’s right
Now hold still, it’s no good to fight
I’ll take your blood, and leave you dying
Didn’t you realise I could be lying?
Solinquair, 1996
Ghost House
I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.
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O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.
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I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;
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The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.
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It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me—
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.
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They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,—
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.
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Trick or Treat us this night!
Trick or treat us this night, It’s Halloween, we say,
Trick or treat us this night, With goodies, we pray,
Like candy and cola and pieces of fruit,
Trick or treat us this night, You silly old coot.
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I will not give you a thing, You nasty young tykes,
Go away, leave me be, It’s late in the night,
You should be home, in your beds,
Not here by my door, Be off you little scruffs,
I am closing my door.
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Trick or treat us this night,
This is your last chance,
Trick or treat us this night,
Don’t take that vile stance,
Give us goodies – so fine,
Like candy, just give,
Trick or treat us this night,
You silly old twit.
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I warned you already,
Now here is my boot,
Take that and that,
You spiteful young brutes,
And if you dare try,
To trick me this night,
I will kick you some more,
I tell you no lie.
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Trick or treat us this night,
You had your last chance,
Now we trick you this night,
Despite your brave stance,
Abracadabra,
You are under our spell,
And will give some treats,
Sure, Halloween is so swell.
The Crazymad Writer 