Headless Halloween
“A Headless Halloween
would be sure to make you scream.
But with metaphors all a-flurry
no need to hurry-scurry.
For lines of sport are blurry
until the Tales of Grim
are told, and the waxing moon
grows ever cold,
her yellow light piercing the sky
the giant orb as a feline eye
round and larger than the sun
was ever viewed upon the mud.
So, settle in to a story told
of three sisters weird and bold.
There once ran we
the sisters three
but to give you a fright
we’ll let our friend
tell the story tonight.
Heh heh heh! “
-Dominique Daye Hunter