On Friday the 13th...

Satanic Serenades

A touch of Halloween

Haunting the world with darksome visions

Nightmares conjured from deep within

A timeless friend we hold so dear

While traditions of fear

The herd do adhere

Insecure clinging to icons in fright

The shadows laugh with delight!

Beware of black cats, and broken reflections

Umbrellas and ladders, and such

And if you survive to live the next night

You cannot deny The Devil's touch...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written in honor of this enigmatic date, which is a touch of Halloween.

Note: There are thirteen lines to this poem, including the title.

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