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Array ( [sid] => 185530 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Halloween Tale [time] => 2018-10-13 23:19:30 [hometext] => Consider your actions; paybacks can bring satisfaction! [bodytext] => They plotted against him before she wed; she would inheirit and he would be dead,
Her and her lover would have all they wanted; They didn’t count on being haunted.
Sounds at night; howls and cries; from evening til the sun would rise.

They sold the house and moved away. But still he haunted night and day;
One night he set the house on fire; The flames became their funeral pyre.
Her husbands ghost at last had peace; and all his cries and howlings ceased.

He knew no stillness; wasn’t saved; His plot became an empty grave;
Her cries and screams he knew so well; began anew as each night fell.
No silent rest was his we learned; his wifes revenge each night returned.

Once the haunter; now the haunted; Neither got what they had wanted.
Revenge upon revenge our tale; when the moon is waning pale;
Some say his wife is making merry; dancing in the cemetery.
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A Halloween Tale

Contributed by softerware on Saturday, 13th October 2018 @ 11:19:30 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

They plotted against him before she wed; she would inheirit and he would be dead,
Her and her lover would have all they wanted; They didn’t count on being haunted.
Sounds at night; howls and cries; from evening til the sun would rise.

They sold the house and moved away. But still he haunted night and day;
One night he set the house on fire; The flames became their funeral pyre.
Her husbands ghost at last had peace; and all his cries and howlings ceased.

He knew no stillness; wasn’t saved; His plot became an empty grave;
Her cries and screams he knew so well; began anew as each night fell.
No silent rest was his we learned; his wifes revenge each night returned.

Once the haunter; now the haunted; Neither got what they had wanted.
Revenge upon revenge our tale; when the moon is waning pale;
Some say his wife is making merry; dancing in the cemetery.

Copyright Â© softerware ... [ 2018-10-13 23:19:30]
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Re: A Halloween Tale (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 14th October 2018 @ 12:43:05 AM AEST
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Love it.

I want to go into haunting after I/'/m dead. 🤓

Re: A Halloween Tale (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 21st October 2018 @ 09:08:19 AM AEST
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the old house was built long ago
near an old enchanted hollow
at the edge of an old ghostly town
that knew nothing about its builder
A seemingly confab, built by unorthodox
cobblestone purveyor of granite slate
huge heavy rock, yet cut so precisely
even the Druids would wonder, why
with such love as those two newlyweds
held such love

the floors were solid slate, and
their love was immense from the start
yet no one knew of the bickering that
went on between the two of them
between them four walls
in that old house that sat at the
end of the forest, on a cliff,
by the Sea, why they were just
two innocent love birds, making
harmony, the young love birds,
the two, made perfectly for each
other, so pristine, not unlike the
house, which was all by itself
exotically fixed within the natural
setting almost as if it was
built by nature itself.

A fall from grace, a fall
to move to the suburbs
to get a job, and then she
would meet someone with
more money, it was always all
about money for her, he said
as he continued to write his
lackluster novel, and she
became the wife of a rich
physician who later became
governor.

into the crevasse one day
the house went down into the
rocks that become worn
by the waves from the Sea.

the two were like an old
stinky pair of Nike running
shoe, left hanging from the
highest remaining tree

The wind blows through
the land, and the sneakers
stay, until each Holloween
when some young kid
who hopes to play in the
NBA, tries to climb that
old tree, and when he
finds those sneakers

he finds himself in that
old haunted house

Charles Barkley
and Gwyneth Paltrow
And Goop

Boo!!!

Peace!

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