Dark Dreamscapes Poetry Contest

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The Grim Reaper Gathers His Posse

It was Halloween night
A night that all the denizens
Of hell loved
For on that night
All of hell would break put
They would celebrate their annual escape
For on Halloween they are allowed
To go to the surface sunlit lands
For a night of drinking,
Drugging and wilding
As bad craziness descends
Upon the land

The grim reaper and his posse
Dressed up as cosmic court jesters
Dressed as fools

They descended upon the world
And a night of chaos fell upon the land
Thousands died, as the Grim reaper
Added to his quota
Bonus kills were bonus points
He returned to hell with his minions
And the souls of the dead
Who soon became mere ghosts
Their voices crying in the wind
Echoing through time