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******************************************************************************** A Haunted Holiday ( based on “Twas the Night before Christmas�)
On a stormy night before Christmas, and all through the mansion,
No apparition was stirring, not even a jack o’ lantern.
Ghostly stocking were hung on the mantel, spider webs were draped with care,
In frightful hopes that Sandy Claws soon would be there.
The tombstones were quiet, no sounds from the singing heads,
Madame Leota was resting, no fearful visions of dread.
The Ghost Host was quiet, the ravens were taking a nap,
Master Gracey was a snooze, from the hallway, not even a tap.
While out in the graveyard, the hitchhikers awoke to such a clatter,
The mummy arose to see what was the matter.
The caretaker ran to the gates with the hound,
The gates had been opened, then he heard a sound.
The crypts were white with new fallen snow,
Shinning eerily with the moons glow.
When what to headless ghost’s wondering eyes should appear,
A miniature sleigh and eight skeletal reindeer.
With a skeleton driver at the reins. The see saw ghosts knew who it was
The opera ghost sang, “Why that must be old Sandy Claws!�
More rapid than vultures their coursers the reindeer fly,
The sleigh lead by Zero the ghost dog flew through the sky.
The shutters flew open with each reindeer hoof,
Down the ballroom chimney came Sandy Claws in a cloud of soot.
His clothes were tarnished from his little trip,
Down the dank chimney came Zero, that little nip.
The ghosts all gathered on the upstairs rail,
Sandy Claws turned around with a wail.
His bag wriggled and squirmed as if something wanted out,
There was a twinkle in Sandy Claws eye as he turned about.
The tree decorated with webs and spiders shimmered in the candle light,
Sandy Claws unpacked his bag with such delight.
He then turned laying a boney finger aside his eye,
Up the chimney did he and Zero fly.
They heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight,
Scary Christmas to all and to all a good fright!
Poem By Dragonstalon 12/10/07
Poem based on Disney’s Haunted Holiday at the Haunted Mansion
And Twas the Night Before Christmas
********************************************************************************** ********Pumpkins In Pale Moonlight********
Frosty pumpkins glow in the pale moonlight,
Something stirs between the rows,
A black cat runs through the night,
Eyes blinking and twitching nose.
A cackle breaks the silence in the night sky,
The witch on her broom zooms through the air,
Way above the pumpkin patch high,
Flittering about, here and there.
Lightening crashes around the house on the hill,
This house decayed is not alone,
Transparent figures roam its halls and window sill,
With other creatures made of bone.
The crypts in the yard start to groan,
Tombstones quiver and quake,
The moldy beings come to life moan,
As the former people’s bones shake.
The horseman awakes from his slumber,
Eager to take another head,
His horse awaits his master’s plunder,
Sword in hand, he mounts his steed.
Arising from their coffins from cadaverous sleep,
The living beware of becoming their feast,
Sinking their teeth in necks so deep,
The vampire’s hunger will never cease.
Tis the season of Halloween,
Of creatures and candy, fall leaves and pumpkins,
And everything in between.
Dragonstalon 10/10/2007
******************************** ***Image Caught In Time***
The picture that sits there
Under the glass is frayed
Same old stare
The image never seems to sway
No one see the image move
Slightly, day after day
It looks out into the world
Seeing it change in dismay
Have you noticed it move?
Sometimes on its on the floor
Its existence to prove
Each time, more and more
It is a life unknown
Same tired
The same town
Always silent, never a sound
But it always yearns
To be in our world again
Is its main concern
Its freedom to gain
Waiting for that first hard whack
To be torn from its frame
To escape with in the crack
To be free again
As you have read my little rhyme
It has escaped the photo
It is no more, The Image Caught In Time
Poem inspired by:
Ronny James Dio'sRainbow in the Dark"
Bill Wagnon 3/16/2007
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***Shadows of the Night.***
Shadows of the night
Entomb me with your darkness
Take this world from my sight
Creatures that dwell within you
Come take my sorrow
As I come into your view.
Shadows swirl around me
Taking me to places unknown
Shades of gray do I see.
The creatures rush to meet me
Souless do they seem
I"m sure they want to eat me.
I'm being dragged downward and deep
As my life slips away
I suddenly emerge from sleep.
By Bill Wagnon 6/29/07
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***Dark Night's Ball***
As the storm rages against the sky,
Wind makes the old oak tress bend and sway,
Thunder rolls in the air this night,
While lightening dances and plays.
Dark clouds blanket the night,
The wind blows through the graveyard,
Tombstones quiver, rattle and shake
As the dead start to arise into sight.
Tis no ordinary night when they come out to play,
For spirits, skeletons and other creatures venture out
Off into the night for a grand ball
As grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize
By Bill Wagnon 7/10/2007
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**Spell Of Illusion**
The world around me twists and turns,
Never the same place twice,
The air around me burns
Wind like daggers twist and slice.
Changing scenery comes into focus and blurs
Strange sights do I see
Wandering around in a curse
Whose that over there? Is that me??
Distorted faces in vivid detail
These creatures come into my sight
They seem to twist and flail
Dropping from horrendous heights
Weird witches and wizards cast their spell
As hellfire rages across the land
In the air, sulfur do I smell
As demons gesture with clawed hands
The beckon me to stay
Into their demonic infusion
Then objects start to sway
It is broken, the Spell of Illusion!
Bill Wagnon 7/18/07
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Darkness Inside
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As the darkness inside
I am losing myself
Falling down the well
As if falling from a shelf
Vile thoughts invade my head
Turning darker with each breath
Waking screaming in my bed
With horrible visions of death
The shadows are crawling on the wall
Trying to escape my fate
Creatures bite and maul
My nerves shattered, need to sedate
A creature approaches out of the dark
With an outstretched hand
Wanting me to go with it into the spark
As it opens into an unreal land
Smells are so acrid and spoiled
As they invade my nose
Walking on the ground, burnt and soiled
Littered with gore and bones
Looking around , my eyes open wide
Mountainous dark spires arise
The creature wants me further inside
This is Hell I surmise
On a spiked throne he sits
Beckoning me to come to him
All the creatures laugh in fits
I watch his tail, sharp and thin
“Foolish Mortal�, he said
With sharp tongue and toes
“This place is for the wicked dead,
It is not where people like you goes.�
Then the creatures grabbed me and started to heave
“Get out of this place!
I want you to leave!
Never to see your face!�
With that, I was tossed
Down a deep hole
Different paths did I cross
Intact with my soul
I then landed on the floor
Feeling like I was pulled with a comb
Lying there, body sore
Looking around, I am home!
By Bill Wagnon 7/25/07

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