Demon DruA Poem by Richard Williams
They prepare for Halloween.
When Demon Dru saw September through
and felt a tinge of rime,
he saw the yield in the pumpkin field
and knew that it was time.
So near a plot he arranged a spot
as he was want to do;
and he along with the graveyard throng
planned their October boo.
He made high tones with Billy the Bones
beneath a crescent moon;
and as they howled, Beelzebub prowled
to their incanting tune.
Then zombies rose with maladroit toes
who walked a figure nine;
but Dru made sure they knew where they were,
so they were dead on line.
Now as a ghoul considered it cool
to usurp Dru’s grave right,
Dru made him read the demonry creed
within the scold of night.
A wicked witch emerged from her niche
to look Dru in the eye;
she rode her broom with Shadow of Doom,
and chanted on the fly.
They practice hard in their eerie yard--
it’s Halloween they heed.
And scare will grow in mortals below,
for Dru’s the demon seed.
© 2012 Richard Williams