Thursday, October 15, 2015

A Sinfully Sinister Story of Epic Love

I feel like maybe I should lighten up some of this Halloween stuff with an icky little love poem.


They met on a rainy Halloween night
Under a moonless sky in death’s hovel
Where fate led them to the same fresh fright:
She aimed the light and he wielded the shovel.

Their love was blessed only by the devil
And consummated over his Mother’s grave:
Desecrate, fornicate, and then gobble.
To one another, everything they gave.

He taught her to lure the victim’s to the cave,
And she showed him how to cook the hearts.
When they bore a child, they made it their slave,
Until they ate up its most delectable parts.

Happily ever after they lived, wreaking havoc and fright.