We dress them up,  give them different facial expressions,

 Eyes of fright, a mouth with sharp teeth that perhaps can chew.

A nose, many different shapes that possibly smell blood and fear,

“The Pumpkins”  we put them out on the porch, light them up with fire.

Leave them out at night in the cold, animals eat them in the dark,

They are destroyed by prowlers that walk in the night, a surprise this night.

They have had enough, you gave them a face, a personality, they have anger,

Tonight is their Halloween,  after you go to bed they take over your lives.

They become you, in the morning you rest on the porch, a pumpkin,

Their faces are now yours, you now wear the expressions you gave them.

Keith Garrett

                                      EYES IN THE NIGHT

What is it that lives beyond the light of day,

Lurks, wanders in the dark, exists in the night.

Search for food, a task that’s taken much for granted,

While we slumber in silence, eyes in the night survive.

Many are they that fly, quietly on the prowl this night,

Over fences, there are the ones that move carefully, slowly.

Crawling along the ground, there’s a fight to see the morning light,

Scraps of food, Nourishment for a chance to do it all over again.

So many eyes in the night, traveling along, the hunter or the hunted,

Big over the small, stronger defeats the weak, faster may just escape,

Eyes in the night, for many could be a scary sight, on this dark night.

Keith Garrett

                                        TRAPPED IN BETWEEN

She thought it was a dream, no one could hear her screams,

Not in a state of life or death, but trapped in between.

In a world of nothing, a place where there was no sense,

She knew fear, was there a way to escape?

This was not to be a dream, was she dead, trapped in between,

She could see and breathe there was no path,

No clue as to which way to go, was she in hell?

Was she dead or alive or just a nightmare inside,

Wake her from her torment or send her off to heaven.

Trapped in between is surely not a wonderful dream,

All by herself, only the echoes of her dreams.

Keith Garrett

                          WHEN THE MOON RISES, I AM HUNTED

They’re expecting to see a full moon tonight,

This will be a nightmare like no other.

Where I am I have not a clue, not a rational understanding

Of any of this, 

I’m a prisoner here, a man trapped in some kind of hell.

All I remember is camping with my friends by a lake,

I went to sleep and woke up in this dark place.

The only thing I can see is tall trees, still with not even

A breeze blowing,

There is no sky up there only a thick smell in the air.

I don’t know who or what keeps me here, but they’re here

And you can just feel the evil that they bring with them.

Never do I see them but they let me know in my thoughts,

They let me feel the horror of what is to be when the moon rises.

Others have been here before in this same place of doom.

I don’t know how I know, perhaps they want me to know.

There’s terror in me now, a horrible feel of an ending for me,

They whisper to me in my mind, an insane laughter they have.

This is a game they play but not in our world,

Oh my God! they hunger for flesh, when the moon rises I am hunted.

They set me free, in my desperation I take off into the darkness,

There’s no place to hide, I don’t know where I am but I know I’m

Not alone.

Looking up I can now see a full moon rising between the trees,

I am hunted, they’re coming, They’re seeking only me.

Inside I can feel every fear I’ve ever had, are they doing it,

I’m sick now in my stomach and mind.

Looking ahead of me, I can see it, there it is! the lake,

I run, and run, I stumble and fall, I keep falling,

I awake in a hospital, I’ve been in a coma.

Keith Garrett

                                                          FROM THE DARKNESS

There’s a sound, stare, into the darkness,

Footsteps are there, listen to the crunching of leaves.

What’s in the dark, can you see that it’s real,

 Does it watch you as you try to see, can it smell your fear?

From the darkness it moves closer, but much too dark,

Out of the darkness, it is you who can not step.

Feel it as you know it is there, you know that it stares,

Your eyes are open but only for you, darkness is everywhere.

What is it that haunts the one who lives in the dark,

Could it be all the sounds you do not see?

 From the darkness, you can not wander,

From the darkness, you can not be.

Keith Garrett

                               I’M YOUR WICKED UNCLE ERNIE

Never can you see me, I’m certainly there always,

Watching as you do the things that you do, my nephew.

I’m everywhere and nowhere, In the shadows I lurk,

In the dark of night hiding close by, sometimes close

Enough to touch.

If you could see me you’d know there’s a very bad man

That exists inside, and one who is waiting and seeking you.

When bedtime comes near and sleep falls upon you,

 Under your bed or your closet, I’ll make my hiding place.

Being blind is not a good thing for you as I am here,

Unfortunately your parents left me here to watch over you.

It’s Halloween night and I’ll be handing out candy to all 

Your little friends until this fun night comes to an end.

We’ll be all alone, it’s just you and me in the dark,

Much fear you will soon learn about I’m your wicke

Uncle Ernie, and that’s what you’ll find out.

keith Garrett

                                                                  I AWAIT MIDNIGHT

I sit and wait for the clock to strike twelve,

So that I may leave this cage I’m trapped in.

Out into the night is where all hell lives in pain,

Escape do I from a place of my own torment

To seek out what has destroyed my spirit and soul,

It’s out there somewhere hiding in the night,

This thing that haunts me hides in a dark, dark, world.

I await midnight for reasons not known in my mind,

To go out there and find this monster, this stalker

That makes not a sound, has no body, but hurts me

In many ways.

Why do I seek it out, this invisible force,

It laughs at what it does, it finds me.

Keith Garrett

                                                         HALLOWEEN, 

This night is dark, so much to see,

All spirits among us, they search for you and me.

As the wind howls through the trees and hills,

The terror grows more, in our hearts it fills.

Look to the sky, search for the moon,

Watch as it grows, fore something comes really soon.

All things to believe on All Hallow’s Eve,

Feel the fright in you, there’s no way to leave.

The Goblins and Ghouls steal the souls, 

Of fools out on this night, as the dead come out of their holes.

One night of the year on Halloween,

Your imagination will haunt you, all fear can be seen.

Ghosts all around you, on a cold, stormy, night,

Keep an eye open for the thing that will bite.

As lightning strikes into your sight,

Bats fly above, Oh! what a night.

Alone in your mind with what’s real or fake,

It seems like a dream, are you asleep or awake?

The creatures are coming, yet you don’t hear a sound,

There’s a smell all around, does it fume from the ground?

Now starting to rain on this eerie Halloween night,

Death sneaks up on you, only darkness, no sign of light.

A cold shiver goes up your spine,

You sense in the fog that nothing is fine.

Turning around to see that it’s me,

No longer alone but lost it is we.

We need to get back to where it began,

Our thoughts and our fears, alive if we can.

Now it’s morning, slowly you awake,

Cold, wet, and dirty, was this all a dream?

I hope for our sake.

Keith Garrett

Today is Halloween, hour by hour before the sun sets,

Tonight is a night of many schemes, many screams.

They lurk behind the scenes, they watch from their

windows of criminal activity,

They appear friendly as they roam the streets.

They wait for their moment of evil things,

Bad people, minds with thoughts of unusual deeds.

They come from anywhere as the clock ticks away.

Tonight’s the night when they walk the night,

Spreading the horror that kills with fright.

They may be anyone who crosses your path,

A call on the phone or a knock at your door.

They peek in windows, they drive on past,

In the darkness, someone will be a victim of

This Halloween fest,

Tonight’s the night! don’t turn out the lights.

Keith Garrett

                                                                      HALLOWEEN

That eerie night when the moon is full and bright,

When darkness falls upon the land, they come out.

Magic and wicked spells are a fantasy or not,

When at the stroke of midnight a witch is seen

Flying on her broomstick across the moon.

A night when the wind howls and the trees seem

To come to life,

Casting their shadows from the bewitching moonlight.

Vampires and ghouls are brought to life,

Monsters of evil on this again Halloween night.

Black cats lurk in the dark, listen for their sound,

Goblins and mummies, curses from the ground.

Until the stroke of twelve, all is not well,

Howling at the moon, a werewolf somewhere dwells,

Halloween, is it only Halloween?

Keith Garrett