13 Nights of Frights (Poem)

Halloween may be over, but its spirit lingers still, or that's the excuse I'm giving my editor. Its been a while since I've uploaded a poem here, but I thought Halloween was the perfect time to do so...then I missed it, whatever here it is.
Enjoy boils, and ghouls (also check out my first Halloween themed poem here, and last years here)!

UPDATE!!! I've done a George Lucas and revised this poem for 2016, instead of creating a brand new post. Enjoy!

13 NIGHTS OF FRIGHTS

"Welcome to Willow Dowes",

that's what it says on the sign,

"home to our enormous cows,

how many can you find?"

It goes on:

"Enjoy the landscape, and peaceful community,

where the old ways are long gone,

so come and share our embraceful unity".

Smearing my claws on the bulletin,

and cutting in deep with three marks,

I allow myself a devilish grin,

and let loose a heinous bark.

It feels so good to be back,

in the town that forgot,

an important aspect they now lack,

will make its spirit wither and rot.

 A lot has changed in the past thousand years.

Today's folk have given up the old traditions,

 shaking hands and smiling, its all too queer,

this won't do for their eternal mission.

Who knew it was to be this easy?

Me and my brethren will have a field day,

making what came before measly,

as we make Earth's inhabitants pay.

Trapped outside the mystical dome,

we bided our time to be let in,

to return to the state where we roamed,

punishing the descendants of past sin.

But our return must be impactful,

a special kind of night,

for this town will have plenty to mull

over the 13 nights of frights.

Catchy no? I named it myself,

and the others doth agree,

that one night isn't enough for our wealth,

the unlucky number will make them see.

The moon is in full force,

and us unrepentant hunger,

time to set off the plan, the course,

and tear this realm asunder.

Night 1

Make an example of the cattle,

the green loving herd.

Their demise will sound off our rattle,

too unspeakable for words.

Night 2

The season bears a bountiful pumpkin patch,

which the residents include in parades,

but they won't enjoy when they hatch

with the evil we invade.

Night 3

Stay out late, hiding in the cemetery,

and shriek and howl at the brave.

This'll make those fools constantly weary,

when they flee from our ghastly rave.

Night 4

An abandoned home comes alive,

every even tide.

If negativity is what it thrives,

lets strap into this ride.

Night 5

Ever hear a voice but couldn't think where?

Was it in your head, or down the halls?

Why don't you look up, if you dare?

Because you're being watched by our faces in your walls.

Night 6

The news of the town is the latest victim,

as if nothing could get worse.

Their rate of survival appears slim,

stricken with the activities of our curse.

Night 7

A curfew in effect

hasn't stopped wanderers in a park.

Now its only a matter of time to infect,

and fill their hearts with the dark.

Night 8

A disturbed soul we have found,

consumed with misanthropy.

Releasing it reveals a satisfying sound,

for those who delve in insanity.

Night 9

What's this? These hapless fools think to flee?

Oh, how it feels me with glee,

when I see their dashing hopes,

especially at the end of the rope.

Night 10

Our sinister range knows no limit,

for experts perpetrating in dread.

Watch as the fear rises within minutes,

and these citizens wishing they were dead.

Night 11

From house to house we haunt these premises.

With this experience in life now a scar,

it'll be long before they forget us menaces,

as our influence is felt from afar.

Night 12

For those wishing to call for help,

wouldn't it be a shame if their lines fell?

Upon hearing the madness they'll surely yelp,

listening to voices burning in hell.

Night 13

Celebrating the final scare,

while these inferiorities grieve.

We march the streets in our own fair,

because tonight lands on All Hallows Eve.

Oh, what joy it gives when they scream.

The horror, the terror, the fear,

its better than I could've dreamed,

and makes our howls form as a cheer.

But don't think this is over,

we're only getting started.

Things will never go back to the way they were,

when the portals to both worlds are parted.

No, us dark ones are here to stay.

We've been gone for too long,

you humans always have it your way,

time for you to listen to our songs.