Wicked Halloween Haunts Still

That wicked Halloween haunts still,
in dreams she comes to him to tell
of the night she died on Grays Hill,
hacked to pieces that night of hell.

wicked Halloween haunts
Wicked Halloween Haunts Still

Halloween night draws near so fast,
days beginning to show autumn,
nights grow colder and longer last,
to this graveyard longing brought him.

It has been long, one year ago,
his beloved was killed and buried,
when he was gone, he loves her so,
they were to be blessed and married.

Sarah Mae so loved Halloween,
passing out candy to each kid,
she always dressed up like a queen,
the kids loved her, everyone did.

She is gone now, not forgotten,
taken quick by an insane man,
the police have not yet caught him,
though blood has surely stained his hand.

Her beloved vows to find killer,
his search for killer will not cease,
always he will love and miss her,
now he must give her spirit peace.

So he waits for Halloween night,
to find out who her killer be,
do what must be done, set things right,
avenge and set her spirit free.

Ex-Marine, Black Belt master,
razor machete custom made,
no warrior ever faster,
cunning and quick, they call him Blade.
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© 2018 Phyllis Doyle Burns

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I have always liked to write.It is important to me that I write with spirit and heart. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. Thank you for visiting.
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I have always liked to write. It is important to me that I write with spirit and heart. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. Thank you for visiting.

9 thoughts on “Wicked Halloween Haunts Still

  • September 24, 2018 at 12:24 AM
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    Nicely penned Phyllis, as a soul won’t rest until vengeance cleanses his soul. great work. Cheers!

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  • September 24, 2018 at 6:21 AM
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    Loved this Phyllis and for some reason I got visuals of OJ Simpson. I am sure that was not intended, but nevertheless if the glove fits…

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    • September 24, 2018 at 10:17 AM
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      OMGosh, Kurt! What made you get OJ Simpson visuals? Interesting. There will be a follow up on the story soon – I just have to tone it down a little, for it got pretty gory. So glad you enjoyed the story. Thank you sincerely. Take care.

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  • September 25, 2018 at 8:22 AM
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    I wouldn’t want to be at the other end of that razor sharp machete he will be wielding in vengeance that night. I am a believer in vengeance as well, no one messes with loved ones and lives to speak of it. Too many characters like this wanderings the streets in cities around our nations. Well penned Phyllis I felt the horror of it all. Cheers.

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    • September 25, 2018 at 3:24 PM
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      Ah! Thank you, Vincent. Yes, Spade seeks vengeance for the loss of Sarah Mae, so is not one to give up. We will soon see what happens when he finds out who the killer is. So pleased you enjoyed the story. Take care.

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  • September 27, 2018 at 9:16 PM
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    Oh, my so glad I am not ready for bed yet. The visual imagery is most vivid here. I’d hate to see whoever had done the frightful deed to meet up with Spade.

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    • September 27, 2018 at 10:30 PM
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      Thank you, Rasma. Spade is not one to cross and he is out to avenge his beloved. I have been swamped, but will try to get the conclusion of this story up soon.

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  • September 28, 2018 at 10:13 PM
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    A creepy poem setting the stage for Halloween. looking forward to the conclusion.

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    • September 28, 2018 at 10:19 PM
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      Thank you, John. Glad you enjoyed it. Ah! Yes – the conclusion! I will get to that in a short while here. Thanks for the reminder.

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