Halloween Ballad

The haunted house is on fire
the children of the damned are lost in the woods
the birds of ill omen sit on the rusty wire
the ghost monk removes his hood.
Werewolves and cat-people
roam amongst sinister shapes
the fluttering bat in the gothic steeple
morphs into a vampire wrapped in his cape.
The mad scientist screams it's alive
the brain in the vat is in a trance
the severed hand counts till five
and the skeletons start their death dance.
The eerie fog envelops the hollow moon
the pool of blood is covered with black confetti
all the burning witches laugh and swoon
when the living dead walk down the battered jetty.
It is an old ghastly business of trick or treat
the cemetery still reeks of necromancy
The Halloween phanthom spooks itself out of its wits
Horror crawls back to normalcy.

previously published in Sirens Call eZine Issue 59 Halloween 2022

Max Bindi is an Italian Multimedia Artist/Poet. His work has been featured in a variety of notable Poetry Anthologies by The SFPA, Hellbound Books, The Ravens QuothPress etc., as well as in several international literary magazines including: Aphelion, The Horror Zine, Lovecraftiana , The Sirens Call eZine, The Stygian Lepus, and Raven Cage Zine.

Find more by Max Bindi in the Author Index.