Trick or Treat

by GuidingHand

Nearly every year a major event happened to Harry on Halloween. This is a series of poems about those events. I will post one a day leading up to Halloween. Chapter 5 is rated M for gruesomeness. Please do not let children read it. The rest are rated K.

3. Death Day Party & a Dead Cat?

Death Day Party,
More like Deaf Day Party!

Screeching screams,
Clattering bones,
And a ghost that moans,
Are not good tones.

Rotten food,
Icky smells,
Ice cold spirits,
Where are the sweets?

Headless men trollop
On dead thoroughbreds.
Heads a flying like a game.
Boy this party's lame.

Sneaking out,
"Come on! Let's go!"
Up the stairs,
"Did you hear that?!"

Hisssssss
Ssssooohungssry
SsIssswillssskilllsss
Ssswantsssblllloooodsss

Harry runs
To catch up,
Blood and gory,
His heart dost thump.

Dangling cat,
Turned to stone.
Flooded floor,
Reflections shone.

Dripping red,
Upon the wall,
Chambers Open!
Beware all!

Foots a thundering,
Up the stair,
That's the murder,
Over there!

"Wasn't me,
To this I swear!"
"Hush now all,
Now let me see."

A cat of stone,
But do not groan,
Drip upon her head,
The plant that
Parties and talks.
Then she will
Once again,
Gain back her walk.

Off to bed,
They did all scatter,
Spreading rumor,
In their chatter.