“For the Love of Horror”
I know the “Queen of Horror” poems and stories,
She loves all the nasty and scary gories.
It’s the woman in black, our contest Queen.
She loves horror contests more than I’ve ever seen.
Posting contest after contest of that horror stuff,
With that darkness, it makes friendly poems tough.
With it’s dark and eerie, and obvious mysterious evil,
It can cause worry, in some cases, mental upheaval.
What to do with all that dark mysterious,
Let’s kill something; and make the world furious.
Hang’em high, knife‘em, or shoot them low,
Torture them, give them hell, then let them go.
Love that blood-red color that drips from one’s soul.
Make it human or animal alphabet soup in a bowl.
It’s blood and guts this woman just loves.
I bet she has a trunk full of dirty gloves.
But for her horror — brings her no fear.
Maybe she’s the one you must watch out for here.
This is woman in black our “Horror Queen.”
She loves horror more than any woman — I’ve ever seen.

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