Night of the Chompkin

Night

of the

Chompkin

by

Matthew S. Armstrong

Little Roo

wandered far

Carefully following

the darkest star

This was ever her path

on Halloween night

When the bluish, ghoulish

moon shone bright

Over the troll bridge

and past the black gorge

And into the pumpkin patch

next to the morgue  

The Ghosts of Pumpkins Past  

shivered and swayed  

Spirits and Wisps

swirled and prayed      

Awaken! Awaken!

oh chomping one

Awaken! Awaken!

it’s time we’ve begun

The Chompkin arose

with a deafening roar

Through the twilight

he did eerily soar

The Ghosts of Pumpkins Past

all ran away

The Spirits and Wisps

where are they?

But little Roo

was not afraid

There she stood

And there she stayed

For all Hallows eve

was when they played

Questing for candy

in the town masquerade

Scaring commoner

and noble alike

Flying all the way

to Goblin Pike

One a girl, one a monster

yet they’re souls where akin

Little Roo

and her Chompkin