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In Memory of My Crew

Look at my Inventory, and I check out the swag
And I think about my Crew
Count the Blood and the Red Eyes, got that Bat in the bag
And I think about my Crew

Then I strap on my gear, and I feel my pulse rise
As I step out into the blue
But the Ranch is a graveyard, and the hope in me dies
And I think about my Crew

In my head voices echo, shadows just out of sight
But they never come into view
Ain’t no more Friday meet-ups, ain’t no more Thursday nights
And I think about my Crew

When we meet , we’d be huggin. We’s all chattin and chuggin
It’s all smiles, but we always knew
When the gate closed behind us, we’d be all flat-out thuggin
Yeah, I’m thinkin about my Crew

We had Raficat healin, while we’s all damage dealin,
Reelin, wheelin ‘n sealing
Every Vampire’s fate
Though the word spreads before us, they can’t run or ignore us
Night Frights ain’t nuthin for us
And Kamila’s lightweight

Numbers growin, money flowin every other Crew be knowin
You best put up or shut up, mess with us, you get cut up
Shut your mouth cuz, or nut up, we the Big Dogs, back off pup!

Then the memories fade, just like mist in sun
But I still got some things to do
So I holler for randoms, try to get in a run
But I’m thinkin about my Crew

Guess it’s true what they say, you can’t never go back
But I ain’t leavin til I’m through
Cuz I swore I’d get every last Blood Drop I lack
For the memory of my Crew.

I don't think Luda or Fiddy will be knocking on my door any time soon. rofl

Halloween 2012 was a lot like Halloween 2011, although it did kinda grow on me as it played out, and that, coupled with being sick as a dog and the passing of our cat, Cheetah, really took the edge off of Hallowe'en this year, but fortunately, Fukii's Hallowe'en Writing ContestFukii's Hallowe'en Writing Contest had started before all of that, and I got my entry in before things went all kablooey.
I was really pleased to win this one, but more than a little surprised because I thought there was at least one, and maybe two entries that were better.
Still, I'll take it. smile
The OMG
by: WideEyed


Once upon a night I wandered through the tombstones and I pondered
Over each inscription, wrought so lovingly in stone
As I knelt to see more clearly, came a plaintive sound which nearly
Caused my heart to skip a beat, and bade my feet fly on their own.

"Still, you fool", I chided sneering, "T’is but the wind which you are hearing.
Not some foul thing slowly nearing, seeing that you're on your own."
"Nor some rank, malefic creature, dire intent in every feature."
"Halt this cowardly retreat sir. Realise you're all alone!"

"You're in a graveyard late at night."
"A graveyard, all alone."

And so with my resolve rekindled, the terror I had felt, now dwindled,
Set I back upon the path which terminated out of sight.
Still wary of my bleak surroundings, I strained to hear o'er my heart's pounding
When suddenly there came a-bounding, a demon of the night.

It's shrieks akin to tearing metal, assailed my ears like stinging nettles
A mournful wail, filled with regret, demanded I take flight.
But staunchly, I moved not a muscle, just braced for the impending tussle.
Then as moon shone and dead leaves rustled, we two commenced to fight.

Illumined by the pallid moon,
We two began to fight.


Above my head, foul clutches fluttered, whilst at me feet, dour serpents sputtered
The nearby torches danced and guttered, making shadows loom.
Yet still I stood my ground and waited, as seconds stretched and time dilated
And grimly I anticipated the coming of my doom.

Then passed my ears, like searching arrows, it's barbed tail flew and I but narrowly
Escaped the volley, reason screamed "This ground will be your tomb!”
And faced by such a fearsome foe who, sharp of tooth and strong of sinew
Left my sense no room to argue, no choice but to presume.

That all assembled here would see,
The coming of my doom.

Then stabbing pain awakened me from grim and morbid reverie
A searing, sharp reality, which I could not ignore,
Demanded that I should be fleeing, and every fibre of my being
Sang out agreement, somehow freeing my frozen feet from off the floor.

I turned and fled with panicked haste, not looking back, nor slowing pace
For fear that death had gained a taste for me and it yet wanted more.
Across the bridge, the gate in sight, borne speedily on wings of fright
I left behind that land of night, and henceforth I shall never more

Presume to pass the Dead Man's Gate.
Presume to pass it, nevermore