Hasten, headless horsemen three;
Alight the bridge, you omens be!
Look to graves beyond gnarled tree;
Lie low there hanged men guilty-free.
Owl's but a portent, all ghosts can see
When witches whelp, ghouls gruesome flee.
Entreaties end, swords fall, and he
Exclaims he's dead — alas, like me!
No better bite might I give thee.
2016 © Maureen E. Doallas
Other Halloween-themed poems at Writing Without Paper:
"All Hallow's Eve" (2013)
"Witches' Wine" (2012)