Ghost Race 01/11/2013
A late Friday evening we gathered at night,
Among Witches and Ghosties delivering fright,
The air full cackles and warbling boo’s,
As Skeletons and Zombies laced up running shoes.
The spooks gathered round aside undead and vamps,
Furnished with glow-sticks and beaming head lamps,
Our numbers pinned tight as we stood in the park,
Awaiting the gun to set us free in the dark.
Through sodden wet grass and thick gloopy mud,
We ran next to monsters teeth dripping with blood,
The trees masked the moon and darkness provided,
Perfect cover for ghouls and for souls now misguided.
Up and over the bridge and into the woods,
Fled creatures and ogres with dark sack like hoods,
Behemoths and beasts would surely be there,
As we ran through in numbers and entered their lair.
Ghastly sounds filled the night’s cold eerie grasp,
As fiendish night freaks jumped out into our paths,
A witch beckoned us closer shooing us into the copse,
Towards screaming banshees and bony faced corpse.
The lingering terrors of Halloween fills the air,
As we now push for home with hearts full of scare,
And out of the woods with a blistering pace,
The finish line sighted to end our Ghost race,
A jump in the air and a heel click to boot,
Marks the end of this fiendish and foreboding route.
A medal to show we survived the nights grapple,
A bag full of goodies and a sweet toffee apple,
The evil and fearsome have now left the course,
And still are the trees and the bushes of gorse,
Yet a noise to be heard near the dark misty stream,
A gargle at first rising into a scream.
A bedraggled white figure hair over her eyes,
Is the last of the evenings most ghoulish surprise,
The girl of the woods has reclaimed her park,
And with a giggling laugh disappears in the dark.
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