983. Midnight Hour (A Halloween Poem)

Halloween seems to always be worthy of a new poem or two. Here's an original one I jotted down this week:

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MIDNIGHT HOUR
By Vikram Madan

Just past Fall and shy of Winter
Somewhere, in there, in between
On a night of chills and shadows
Swills the web of Halloween

That's when Ghouls and Ghosts and Goblins
Witches and their Wraiths convene
Riotously overdosed on
Phantasmagoric caffeine

As the midnight hour approaches
As the shivers grow unseen
Supernatural commotion
Germinates an eerie scene

Skeletons and Specters saunter
Pale and pasty, pallid, lean
Unheard music molds the darkness
Nameless terrors lurk unseen

Phantoms float and fade and flicker
Poltergeists cavort, careen
Apparitions shimmer, glimmer
Shrouded in a hazy sheen

Then, at midnight, all goes quiet.
Nothing stirs in wood or green.
Halloween's hijinks seem over
Life is, once more, safe, serene.

Or is it?
Trick or treat.


Text and Illustration Copyright © 2012 Vikram Madan

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Now I just need to get me some of that 'Phantasmagoric Caffeine' ...