Showing posts with label Transylveinya 13. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Transylveinya 13. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 11, 2019

The Transylveinya 13: Invs. Man

 The Invisible Man

He’s not in here or over there.
It’s clear he is not anywhere.
But I heard steps and floorboards creak,
I even thought I heard him speak.

What’s that rising in the air?
What’s that sitting on that chair?
What just moved that drinking glass?
I thought I felt a figure pass.

But he’s not here or over there.
It’s clear he is not anywhere.
You know, too, don’t you agree?
He’s with us now, we just can’t see.

Tuesday, September 10, 2019

The Transylveinya 13: The Witch


The Wicked Witch
(aka The Orange Witch)

The Wicked Witch, the Wicked Witch,
opens doors to Halloween.
But on this night she’ll make you twitch,
gross as melted mellowcreme.

She’s got a crooked nose and missing teeth,
a grimy shawl with bugs beneath.
Her skin is stale like moldy meat,
her breath smells worse than stinky feet.

With warts and moles
and ratty hair,
a wandering eye
that makes you stare.

She hides behind
her big spell books,
too proud to boast
her great bad looks.

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

The Transylveinya 13: The Mummy

The Mummy

The Mummy was buried alive,
and now he’s king of the dead.
He stirs up the bees in a hive,
the bugs and the snakes that you dread.

He’ll doom you for freeing his curse,
then take from you all of your power.
He’s already begun to traverse,
at one or two steps in an hour.

Tuesday, August 20, 2019

The Transylveinya 13: Dracula

Count Dracula

Drac can do most anything,
he is fast and strong.
He’s a bat and then a mist,
he is never wrong.
He controls all animals,
he can hypnotize,
or raise a fog and start a storm,
all with his own eyes.

Drac can live forevermore,
it seems he can’t get hurt.
For he can mend most any wound,
in time for his dessert.
His senses are extremely sharp,
his hearing is acute.
He can see through darkest night,
and manage any route.

When he’s in trouble, he can hide,
he can slip through cracks.
And when Van Helsing’s after him,
he can hide his tracks.
He flies, he floats and disappears,
can crawl walls and can run.
Drac can do most anything,
but quick, here comes the sun.