He sat alone in darkest night;
He swore that there would be no fright.
The book he held contained no ghouls
But still it slowly grabbed his soul.
The sleep it seemed to come so slow
And then there was a sudden glow -
It came from pages held so tight
It came and brought an eerie light...
That pulled him up and pulled him in;
That pulled him out of his own skin.
It slowly pulled him inside out
Pulled so fast he could not shout.
The thing that came out of a book
And rapidly his soul it took -
And what was left he could not face
An emptiness was in his place.
The skin it fell in crepe-like folds
It sat there now so uncontrolled;
The eyes unblinking staring still
There was no hope, there was no will.
Yet from a distance far above
He asked how it could take hold of -?
For it was merely just a book -
And yet it came, his soul it took...
He stared down at the empty shell
The body that he knew so well -
Twisted now, grey and cold
Sitting there, green as mold.
He asked himself why did he sleep?
How could he know this thing would creep -
And steal him from all that he was
His graces yes, and all his flaws -
He thought and thought how do I go
Get back into the life I know?
The answer then it came indeed
A simple dream is all I need!
And so he drifted there alone
Not seeing flesh nor seeing bone;
Not knowing as he found his way
To that familiar form he'd stay -
Because he knew he'd never read
Another book on Halloween...