Richard Schnap - Hollow Halloween / Subterraneans

Hollow Halloween




First came the witches

Eager to cast spells

Who encountered a world

Already in a trance




Then came the werewolves

Hungry for fresh meat

Who only found other

Carnivorous beasts




Next came the phantoms

Risen from the grave

Who discovered dead souls

That haunted themselves




For while they all slept

Waiting for their time

A new age of monsters

Had made them obsolete
















Subterraneans




In the tunnels of my memory

Dwell the creatures of my youth




The night-stalking vampires

Who preyed upon each other




The zombies whose cold hunger

Was guided by remote control




The black-leathered witches

Whose touch turned souls to ice




The aliens whose faces

Bore a thousand eyes




The bloodthirsty werewolves

Hidden behind beguiling masks




But now they all lie buried

In the graveyard of my dreams




The monsters I befriended

In a world that is no more



















Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.