The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
Clock Strikes Twelve
by Ela Lourenco
Little girls dressed in black
Pointy hats and candy sacks
Little boys disguised as monsters
Happily munching on their treats
Mothers, Fathers chatting, smiling
As they watch their broods
Do the annual rounds
Friends, neighbours look on with good will
Fake fangs and nylon cobwebs abound
I watch and wait as my candle burns brightly
Tis barely past dusk – rush hour tonight
I watch and wait as the hours pass
The skies grow darker, the full moon bright
Finally, the crowds thin out
The lights in the houses flicker off one by one,
My candle has long snuffed out…
A hazy mist gathers in
Wrapping this sleepy town like a shroud
The clock strikes midnight at last
And right on cue, appear the true creatures of the night
It is my time finally come
The night I wait for all year long
Tonight I get to scratch my itch
I wonder which sweet child I shall visit tonight…
Fiction © Copyright Ela Lourenco
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from Ela Lourenco:
Dragon Born: Book Three
Awakening
The Royal tournament, the Karnac, is fully underway. But there is deception and betrayal at every turn. Unseen dark forces are at play, both within the school grounds and out with. Even the Gods are unable to help when a new threat looms over them all.The very existence of Azmantium depends on Lara fully becoming the Child of Fire and casting aside the Shadows lurking in every corner of her beloved planet.Can she overcome the challenges that await? Will the Shadows cover the world in darkness? Only Lara and her friends can change the fate of Azmantium.
A terrific and spooky poem.
I do love a creepy poem 🙂