This week’s SLOP 6 word challenge.

This week’s SLOP 6 word challenge.

All Hallows Eve.

There are places to avoid.

Ink stained,

Run through

With blue blood,

Where knuckles are rapped

For using the left hand.

Hollow meadows

With white washed

Pentograms

That trace

The wilderness years

And rattle

Through empty skulls

Harsh words,

Marsh blistered

And pre-boned.

Locked in Faraday cages

That are never used

Out of season,

Until they are jumbled up

And thrown in a cauldron

To bubble,

With a nod to hubble,

Not the space telescope,

That would be too much trouble,

Even for this manipulator

Of arcane language

Who might be a lycanthrope

In sheep’s clothing,

The wolf at your door

And may splash blood on

Your killing floor.

There is no need of a wand

To raise a full moon

Or put a spell on you.

Laugh if you must

Nervous affliction

Inverse benediction.

Who would use a herald

To spread old news,

When they can summon an

On-line thesaurus

As the harbinger

Of a danger

Nobody believes will

Come to visit,

Using words they

Do not understand,

Unless they play scrabble.

Toss them in with the

Goats head soup.

You never know

What magic will evolve

Out of this banquet,

Prepared for beggars

Who picket the gates

Of the underworld,

Waiting for dead dogs

And Englishmen to be

Hurled out from beyond

The grave.

Adding some spice

To the idea of a life

They think they crave,

Until the truth

Is revealed.

And too late, they wish

This,

The final sentence,

Could go quietly

And be repealed.