Horror Movies. (Dedicated to Stephanie Palazzolo.)

 

 

When shadows danced with dim moonlight, we reveled in our spooky plight,
Screen flickering with monstrous delight, nightmares conjured in the dead of night.
Dracula's charm, Frankenstein's groan, filled our hearts and chilled our bones,
The Blob consumed, the Mummy moaned, youth's laughter met with eerie tones.

In PJ's huddled, faces aglow, we'd journey where few dared to go,
Witnessing terror's grand tableau, amid the flicker of the picture show.
Oh, how we'd gasp when zombies crept, secrets of the undead kept,
The fearsome tales that made us wept, in our minds forever slept.

The Creature from the Black Lagoon, under a melancholy moon,
Struck a note of haunting tune, made us shriek and howl like loons.
Yet, it wasn't simply fear's embrace, but the wonder of that eerie space,
Where we could meet a monster's face, and feel alive in that chase.

Then, beneath the quilt we'd dive, as if to hide or to survive,
Every scene, so alive, made our young hearts strive.
Eyes wide in terror, hearts ablaze, lost in that cinematic haze,
In those times of naive craze, we lived our best of days.

Each monstrous tale, a treasured lore, left us always wanting more,
Sleep would find us on the floor, dreaming of what was in store.
In silver screens of yesteryears, we found joy amongst our fears,
Echoes of those laughter-tears, still resound in aging ears.

Now the reels of time have spun, those days of monsters, fear, and fun,
A glorious era, forever done, under a setting, ghostly sun.
Oh, the tales we could regale, of moonlight monsters, ghostly pale,
In the heart of childhood's tale, our love for horror will never fail.