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