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A poem I wrote for this site based on Halloween monsters

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Read this when you're alone, late at night,
Here's a poem to make you shiver and scream,
A poem about some monsters you'll see on Halloween!

If you want a poem that makes you giggle with glee,
Then you are far from where you ought to be,
Turn away if that is why you came here,
For this is a place ruled by nightmares and fear.

Now, before I get on to the blood, guts and gore,
Before fear creeps in to your very core,
Here is your very last chance, if you like,
If you're looking for romance, then take a hike.

I am delving into the deepest pit of my brain,
To bring you these terrible tales of pain,
Releasing things that go bump in the night,
Bloodthirsty creatures, ready to bite.

First there was the vampire clan,
With pale skin and long life span,
So that is where our story will begin,
Transylvania, the castle with Dracula within.

In the dead of night while you are asleep,
Vampires take flight and into your room creep,
They drain you of life, taking people's souls,
Leaving on their necks two fang-sized holes.

The life of a vampire seems great at first,
But before long there is a nagging thirst,
They must take a life, and not only one,
But never can stay in the burning sun.

When was the last time you admired a full moon?
Run fast or you will bathe in its light soon,
Every thirty days suffer intolerable pain,
When you awake you are human again.

Werewolves are not to be crossed,
Unless you want to pay a terrible cost,
If you don't protect yourself against this beast,
You might turn into one or become its feast.

A scratch, a bite, many have flirted,
With ideas of how one gets converted,
If in a werewolf state you yourself find,
Use a silver weapon of any kind.

Even when these monsters kill you,
And your life is through,
When you think your ordeal is finished,
Your spirit may not have diminished.

Ghosts linger on to haunt the living,
Stuck in a limbo, this state is unforgiving,
Shells that resemble their former selves slightly,
Are emotionless and don’t take to you lightly.

What about Casper? I hear you faintly cry,
There are no friendly ghosts, much as they try,
As soon as you think you can make a ghost leave,
You find yourself hovering, with an invisible sleeve.

“Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!”
Eye of newt, wing of a bat,
Lizard’s foot and tongue of rat.

Witches need mortal souls for their “delicious” meals,
So they straddle their broomsticks and click their heels,
Ready to grab anyone alone at night,
And season them up, for dinner tonight.

Not all witches are inflicted with warts and a black cat,
But watch out for the cackling laugh and pointed hat,
Gather some ingredients and a bottle to put them in,
Hair, wool, grass and don’t forget the urine!

If you could make the perfect partner, wouldn’t that be good?
Let me tell you Dr.Frankenstein thought he could,
All the parts together, with just one last stitch,
Lightening loomed ahead, he threw the switch.

He saw the creature move and yelled; “It’s alive!”
Creature needs to learn how to survive,
Scientist makes monster a mate by request,
Mate doesn’t love monster; monster is depressed.

Later Victor dies, his monster cries in pain,
After, Monster vanishes, never to be seen again,
Do you still want to make the perfect mate?
Frankenstein’s monster might come on a date.

Do you know the strange case of Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde?
A tale about one body in which two personalities reside,
Well let me refresh your memory in case you have forgotten,
And let me warn you yet again, this tale is quite rotten.

Dr.Henry Jekyll is the morally upstanding one of the pair,
He drinks a potion to make his appearance, manners and hair,
Transform into Mr.Edward Hyde, who takes pleasure in killing,
He says it gives him goosebumps as he finds it very thrilling.

Jekyll is a pleasant man with good rationality.
He is more gentlemanly than his other personality,
For look at Mr.Hyde wrong and he'll slaughter you for fun,
He's coming for you on Halloween and he likes it when you run.

Be as silent as the grave,
If there’s a radioactive wave,
Then the dead will walk again,
Looking to feast on your brain.

Zombies move slowly but they never tire,
They use basic tools and are afraid of fire,
Smashing lights confuse humans with a pulse,
Zombies are monsters that scare and repulse.

A zombie causes eventual death, by a bite,
Dead turn in minutes, so beware tonight,
If you want to stop these undead,
Use a sharp blow or bullet to the head.

You’ll carve pumpkins with the intention to scare and fright,
But there’s one you should beware of on Halloween night,
It belongs to another ghoul for you to avoid, if you can,
The legendary rider known as The Headless Horseman.

You’ve heard of the phrase using your head,
This man has another meaning for it instead,
The pumpkin head he throws with amazing aim,
Knocks victims off of course with no shame.

Out riding one night some jokers scared his horse,
It's hoof decapitated the rider with a powerful force,
His axe will cut off your head, while you scream, with one flick,
Some good news; he only kills on Halloween, and it’s quick.

Stay away from woods, stay away from the dark,
Haunted houses, the abandoned children's park,
You might be safe, if these horrors go unseen,
But don't be sure, anything can happen on Halloween.