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And the Nominees Are…

This post was written by Brandi Palechek
on October 27, 2009 | Comments (49)

The five poems nominated by Llewellyn staff as finalists for our “Your Poem Gives Me the Creeps” Halloween Poetry Contest have been selected!

Now it is all up to you! Cast a vote for your favorite poem by entering the number next to the poem’s title in the comments field of this blog post. One vote/comment per person.

Please submit your vote no later than Thursday, October 29, 2009, at 4PM CST. The winner will be announced on Friday, October 30, 2009, at 12PM.

#1 – “The Banshee” by Anya Elude

She is lifted up in Moon’s bright light
To fly above the little lives below
To watch the unsuspecting soul
Who ventures into the night

De-sending fast through inky dark
To hunt her prey’s beating heart
And find they have wandered off the path
And take from them that precious spark …

#2 – “They Come” by Andrew Brett

Shadowy figures walk the streets each night,
I see them everywhere,
muffling the embers of their candle light,
stumbling in there own despair,
murmuring in there hollow step,
an ancient tongue of speech,
of life that none of each have kept,
a life just out of reach.

Purposeful and blind
they knock.
Reaching out
the faceless mock.
In the darkness of a moonless night,
walking fearless of there misdirection,
hungry for their own insight,
inward turning,
for their own complexion.

Wicked little shadows walking,
I see them everywhere,
and every night their voiceless talking
fills me with despair.
And I know if I look to see that face
that I’ll know what I’ve always known,
in the blackness of there eyeless place
I’ll find myself alone,
scared, afraid and lonely,
my candle’s light my only
light to show my faceless face.
So here I lie awake
each night, I’ve never slept
a trace.

The lonely shadows never sleep,
they walk the streets each night,
they only sing their dirge and weep
until the mornings light.

Then they put their masks all back
and hide their candle’s light,
shield the world from what they lack
and fear the coming night,
when their little lies are broken
and the moonless night returns;
their sorrow is their only token
to fuel the light that burns.

I’m afraid of them, at least I think,
scared of what they mean.
So every night in bed I shrink
and sleepless lie serene;
lying every night in bed
but not one ounce of sleep,
lying in my secret dread
to lie awake and weep.

Wicked little shadows walking,
I see them everywhere
and every night their voiceless talking
fills me with despair.
The darkness of the light they carry
and the truth they hide behind,
the vagueness of their face is scary,
what they see coz they are blind,
how they knew you in your swaddling clothes,
how they watch you even now,
how you know their hunger for you grows,
though not quite sure just how.

Oh, how they yearn for you, poor child,
like they yearned for me,
how the scent of you has made them wild
as crazed as they can be.
And even though you know they’re blind
as they lash about at night,
you know one day they’ll surely find
you in pit of fright,
and you’ll be theirs as I am,
the time is drawing near
when night will hold you in its grasp
and all will be quite clear.

Sleepless child in your bed
hide away from fright,
and not a one knows that he’s dead
as shadows come at night.
Wicked little shadows walking,
I see them everywhere,
and every night their voiceless talking
fills me with despair.

#3 – The Scariest Halloween by L.B. Ricks

Boil and Bubble, Toil and Trouble
Leaves to Gold from Green

Incantations, transformations
Happy Halloween!

Fangs of wax, black witches’ hats
Careworn adults become mischievous brats!

Indulgent surrender of sweets into bags
Smiles on the faces of ghosts, ghouls and hags!

Doorbells in darkness, a burnt autumn smell
Year after year, it’s cavity hell!

Hello neighbour, Trick or Treat
Give me something good to eat

Please no poison or razor blades
On this, our night of masquerades

As kids, we ran wild those Halloween nights
Filling our minds with cheap delights

The homes in which people had died
Always thrilled and mystified

Each Halloween, outside every abode,
Jack o lanterns grinned and glowed

And soon enough I was full grown
Awaiting young monsters of my own

Staring, zombie-like, one Halloween
Watching war on a flickering screen

I wondered how people who lived side by side
Could turn on each other in genocide

Then, one eerie night, I tried to change
Some plans with a friend who’d been acting strange

I phoned her to discuss it – when
Came a fright that I’ve re-lived again and again

This woman, seemingly decent and good
Lashed out- cutting me just as deep as she could

What great horror filled me, when someone I knew
Threw off her smiling mask and said “Boo.”

Shellout, Shellout! The witches are out!
Evil is close, near, and about:

Bacteria thriving on sweet saliva!
Tooth decay as young children play,

Smiles that cover a secret loathing
Perverts and rejects and wolves in sheep’s clothing,

A flash of contempt in a stranger’s face
An expression so dark it can’t be seen,

A friend who turns in the full moonlight
Howling your name on Halloween.

#4 – “Chamber of Foreboding” by Faolchú Ghealaí

The haunted halls moan
Forlornly in my ear.

Spirits waste not
The hunger of
Ghost hunters

Who seek souls lost
In a sea of wretchedness.

Local haunts consume the
Interminable and
The interminable consume

The yearnings that superficially
Fill my voids from within.

They make me pitiable in the shadows
Of loves long lost
That make way down the

Darkened hallways of my desolate

#5 – One Who is Three by Payam Nabarz

Goddess of War,
bestower and reaper of life
Phantom Queen.

Black-feathered, spear in hand
naked breasts heavy with blood and milk,
standing across the river of life.

Your beloved die in your arms,
your foes die at your feet.
Dark mother, luscious Crone, Goddess of death

as a battle rages,
your are there, graceful Raven
tearing flesh from bone.

As the moon wanes
we become closer, and closer
at the dark moon;
we dance in your cave.
Great Queen, Morrigan.

Reader Comments

Written By Charity
on October 27th, 2009 @ 1:47 pm

#3 – The Scariest Halloween by L.B. Ricks



Written By Ivy
on October 27th, 2009 @ 2:08 pm


Written By Sherrie
on October 27th, 2009 @ 2:24 pm

#5 One Who Is Three

Written By Dawn
on October 27th, 2009 @ 2:26 pm


Written By Elysia
on October 27th, 2009 @ 3:38 pm

#1 – “The Banshee”
Does my vote count twice since I work here? ; )-

Written By Sandy
on October 27th, 2009 @ 4:37 pm


Written By Robin
on October 27th, 2009 @ 4:54 pm

#3 what a wonderful poem!

Written By Anya Elude
on October 27th, 2009 @ 8:13 pm

I can’t vote for my own of course, but I’d just like to say good luck to everyone, they are all such evocative poems!

Written By Sharyne
on October 27th, 2009 @ 10:11 pm

#5- it’s the poem that was scariest but I really like #3 too.

Great job too all 5 writers!

Written By tom.
on October 28th, 2009 @ 1:57 am

#1 by Anya Elude. pretty awesome 😉

Written By Alex
on October 28th, 2009 @ 3:01 am

#1 The Banchee

Written By lada
on October 28th, 2009 @ 7:54 am

it is a tossup..# 1 is blessed with brevity
but I’ll have to state # 2;
it is still haunting me.

Written By Karen Carothers
on October 28th, 2009 @ 8:42 am


Written By stacey
on October 28th, 2009 @ 8:46 am

#1 The Banshee. Great imagery! 🙂

Written By Lee Teiwaz Akasha
on October 28th, 2009 @ 12:22 pm

#5 One Who is Tree by Payam Nabarz! Awesome and very deep!!!

Written By lani lila
on October 28th, 2009 @ 12:28 pm

#5 – One Who is Three by Payam Nabarz

Written By Cassi
on October 28th, 2009 @ 12:58 pm

#5 – Definitley my favourite

Written By Kendra James
on October 28th, 2009 @ 12:59 pm


Written By Sandie
on October 28th, 2009 @ 1:03 pm


Payam as usual does not disappoint. I like the fact that it could be used as part of a magical working

Written By anewton
on October 28th, 2009 @ 1:55 pm

5 one who is three best by miles.

Written By Masato Tojo
on October 28th, 2009 @ 2:12 pm

This is my favotite. It is the best.

Written By Rich
on October 28th, 2009 @ 2:13 pm

#5 One Who is Three

Written By alison
on October 28th, 2009 @ 2:48 pm

5 ~ it’s a great invocation.

Written By Morgana
on October 28th, 2009 @ 6:15 pm

#5 gets my vote!

Written By Sammi
on October 28th, 2009 @ 9:07 pm

#1 THE BANSHEE, Its my Fave

Written By Ross
on October 29th, 2009 @ 12:46 am


Written By Beau
on October 29th, 2009 @ 1:07 am

um…. loved them all but i have to say #1

Written By Rosie Holcimbe
on October 29th, 2009 @ 1:27 am

#1 “The Banshee” by Anya Elude.

Written By Selina
on October 29th, 2009 @ 1:29 am

#1 by Anya Elude is pretty epic. 😀

Written By micke mack
on October 29th, 2009 @ 2:05 am

1 – “The Banshee” by Anya Elude IS THE BEST HANDS DOWN

Written By Francesca
on October 29th, 2009 @ 5:01 am

#5 – One Who is Three by Payam Nabarz

Written By Katherine
on October 29th, 2009 @ 6:08 am

#1 Beauitful

Written By Tracy Wolf
on October 29th, 2009 @ 7:59 am

#5 One who is three

Written By Katy Jennison
on October 29th, 2009 @ 1:49 pm

#5, by Payam Nabarz. Chilling!

Written By Jillian
on October 29th, 2009 @ 3:20 pm

#4! But all were excellent. Good luck everyone!

Written By Kelsi Haden
on October 29th, 2009 @ 3:34 pm


Written By AarTiana
on October 29th, 2009 @ 4:07 pm

Whoa, what a choice – all are EXCELLENT!

After pondering, my vote goes for #2 – very stirring! Also, #4 (as I shiver) 😉

Written By Mandy
on October 29th, 2009 @ 4:11 pm

#1 The Banshee

Written By Chaz
on October 29th, 2009 @ 7:50 pm

#1 is right on the mark!

Written By Laura Ann
on October 29th, 2009 @ 8:53 pm

ANDREW BRETT’S POEM They Come is the best

Written By Laura Ann
on October 29th, 2009 @ 8:54 pm

Sorry, #2, They come by Andrew Brett

Written By Rocky Smith
on October 29th, 2009 @ 8:57 pm

#1, stunning 😀

Written By Mollie
on October 29th, 2009 @ 8:58 pm

it was hard, but I think #2

Written By Will
on October 30th, 2009 @ 3:28 am

#1 Because she is scary freaky gothic woman.

Written By Mayra
on October 30th, 2009 @ 2:39 pm

#2, They come by Andrew Brett

Written By Rocky Smith
on October 30th, 2009 @ 7:04 pm

Number 2…this andrew Brett is quite the talent!

Written By Lesley
on October 30th, 2009 @ 10:23 pm

#5 – One Who is Three by Payam Nabarz

Beautiful poem to the Goddess Morrighan.

Written By valerie riley
on November 1st, 2009 @ 11:20 am

#1 Banshee

Written By forex robot
on November 18th, 2009 @ 6:49 am

Amazing as always 🙂

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