I’m frightened, and I’m too scared to wait.
And knowingly, I’m arriving late.
The ghouls are spying from the hill.
And lower fools are poisoning her will.
Underneath her, a wicker complete.
Above, she’s suspended from a stake.
The bonfire’s started, against the rules.
And the crowd’s rejoicing, as the fire drools.
Waiting agog, for her garments to ignite.
The flames are sparking for her, on this night.
And the mob’s listening for her ungodly screams.
But there’s not a whimper, within she beams.
And secretly, I see her black cat’s drowning tears
Are extinguishing all her burning fears.
Wanna read more poetry?
SMM 2017 Halloween Writing Contest Entry