the runcheon rattles, its chains are long
it keens a ghostly murder song
upon the moors, upon the heath
with rasping, fetid, icy breath
the runcheon rattles, its chains unwind
with wailing moan it hunts though blind
across the meadow, out of the wood
where no child ventures whose soul is good
the runcheon rattles, its chains pulled taut
’tis bloody though it lacks a heart
amidst the town, within the lane
it shudders in the cold and rain
the runcheon rattles, its chains a ruin
its labored breath a grating tune
beyond the hedge, through the gate
it tarries not lest it be late
the runcheon rattles, by chains unbound
all too soon its prey’s been found
upon your hearth a sudden frost
the runcheon rattles–and you are lost
Words and Feathers 
Wicked good.
Thank you!
Dark and brilliant! I loved it. You read it with so much expression.
Happy Halloween!!!
Thanks! Happy Halloween 👻 🎃
Bravo. Hhhhhhhappy Hhhhhaaallllloween.
Thank you! And to you, too!
A terrifying monster!