A Dangerous Fun Filled Night
Ghosts, Ghouls, there to scare,
simply a delightful gruesome affair.
Watch your back or you'll get a fright,
monsters laughing through the night.
Shadows moving across the moon,
and a dangerous little monsoon.
Candy and food a lovely galore,
so much one can look and adore.
Scary stories ring through the air,
On no look there's a bear.
A night to frolic in costumes,
zombies awaiting in their tombs.
One last thing to add to the the night,
Happy Halloween to those in the blight.

Alright that was my entry for contest #4, and I hope it's nice and scary.

Game #4 Entry - Ghosts of Sylestia

On a moonlit night in the Blossom Orchard
with the wind rustling in the trees,
a faerie lurked with rage in her heart,
looking to scare and tease.

When all of a sudden came the sound of a snap,
though not that of a twig.
And an eerie light filled the darkening night
as a presence not her own was revealed.

"You're what?" asked the wicked faerie Myrid'
of a stranger at midnight's hour.
and the shade replied with a graceful glide,
"Why, I'm the ghost of a Faelora."

"The ghost of a Faelora?" said the faerie, confused;
"That's strange news to me;
I never supposed a Faelora had a ghost,
Though I've seen the shade of a Ny'vene."


Inspired by another work of poetry about the ghost of a flower, my little free-form piece incorporates Sylestian species and characters meeting up on a spooky night in October.

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This is the first poem I've written from a prompt in ages. Hope you like it~

Halloween Delights

Little wings split the sky.
Bird, insect, bat.
Wind shrill, shrieks cutting.
A chill, blowing in from the.
Other side.
And oh the moon is bright.
Silver light in this night, what a sight.
Rustles in the leaves. Shush, shush quiet step.
We have the dead to appease. Hush, hush as we crept.
Revelers dancing in this blackened road. Gravel, crunch.
Smiles are whispers, secrets with no repose.
Every spirit creeps, no ghoul sleeps, but oh no one weeps.
No, no one weeps. Not during this ghostly feast.
Not this chill night when old lovers meet.
Not when all is both garish and discreet.
The darkness soothes you, child mine.
Come, come. Play in the moon and stars.
Smile at the: angels, demons, devils, saints, spirits, ghouls, monsters more.
We all make wholeness from the night.
All is strange and wonderful; Halloween delights.

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The Poetry contest ends tomorrow, get your entries in while you can~

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