Part 1
Nightmare Moon before Halloween
Deep in the woods were animal’s fray,
and the sound of unknown prey.
Gazed the moon a mare stood still,
feeling weak and dull.
She was dark and mystique with blue armour wear
Nightmare Moon was she called.
She was tired and despise her rightly name.
“I’m sick of all the fright and the sheer of terror,
I’m done with my ways and all of my error.
I’m bored with this place of shrouding the night,
And my head is sore from using my might.
I don’t like how things work, I need something new,
There’s must be more than reigning,
Who!”
Hiding from the trees, with whispering intent,
Came a softer, spectral, serenic event.
It was a little ghost dog, with a faint little bark,
And a jack-o'-lantern nose that glowed in the dark.
Nightmare Moon gasped, her eyes weren’t fooled,
To feel his ghostly slime that he likely drooled.
“What is this? That’s something new,
For surely I haven’t seen anything like you.”
The ghostly dog barked and spinned around the mare,
Barking happily, with a cheery care.
She was silent in shock by what had transpire,
For the ghostly dog wasn’t afraid of her wicked desire.
The dog quickly depart and blitz away,
Nightmare followed and strided.
She was completely dismay.
She goes into the depth to chase such creature,
To discover something else of an amazing feature.
Upon a distant near, she spotted something new,
Of four unlikely doors of a brownley hue.
Stood with amazement as she stood with content,
Her gaze was centered by one special door.
Cautious and unsure, with slightly sense of excite,
Nightmare Moon opened to meet a spooky, terrifying night.
Nightmare didn’t know, but she was in a different place,
When she opened her eye she couldn’t tell where to trace.
There was something different, something new in store,
In the land that was filled, with horrific galore.
Upon her explore she spotted a brand,
where it shown an unlikely name,
In the town of Halloweenland.
Confused and stirred, her gaze spotted the snout,
The canine’s reddish glow that greatly sprout.
Deeper he went into the town he flown,
That leaves a pause by the great unknown.
Nightmare didn’t know or what to expect,
But she went along on this appointed track.
Whispering winds that hailed with a voice,
For she finally feels to regret,
That she made a terrible choice.
Through the fields a figure quickly stand,
Had a skeletal body and a skinny bland.
It was hooked on a pole and had a sign:
“Welcome to Halloween of all my design!”
Nightmare pondered on this silly message,
Soundly strange and quite frankly,
A humorous dosage.
She strided forth along to not notice a thing,
Till the skeleton turned and stare with an unlikely bring.
At the instant, Nightmare twisted to spot,
When she fired her ray, with a powerful shot.
Exploded by impact, the skeleton suddenly leaped,
With a gleeful smile as he presented:
“Who's there that’s making such offense?
Why you attack with such expense?”
Slightly paused by his slippery talk,
Nightmare countered with a slightly mock:
“It is you who should answer and not I,
For I came to this land and exploring nearby.
I am Nightmare Moon, the mare in the night,
For I come to explore the land and of Halloween sight,”
The skeleton rubbed his chin and obsessively wondered,
For he’d never heard such name and not even to ponder.
For he extended his hand as a peaceful offer,
With a warmly smile that compares her flatter.
“A strangely name to call on such a lonely night,
For your present reveals a gruesome fright”
Nightmare returned, shaking with a firmly grip
As the skeleton introduced himself, with a scary trick.
Nightmare covered and gasped by such magic,
For a cloud soon roll in, the skeleton shrouded.
When the smoke was clear to such reveal,
Of his blacken suit, with such appeal.
“My name is common throughout the land,
My bones quite rattle as I take out my hand.
I am the king of the patch, the pumpkin that lack,
My name is quite simple, the name’s Skellington, Jack.”
Days went by with their unlikely meet,
The two would discuss on their likely feat.
For Nightmare compare of Skellington’s pain,
Of the days before that were likely to stain.
She met different things that she could not understand,
With ghouls and monsters that are showing to blend.
Fazed to believe that such land existed,
For truly it was a wonder for all who visited.
On one fateful night, an idea was sprung,
in time of Halloween Eve.
Nightmare greatly thought about a plan,
But not wicked deed, but something grand.
Unsure on how Jack would react by her claiming mean,
For she desired and wanted, to be the Spirit of Halloween.
Nightmare asked in instant and not a moment to spare,
Which left Jack speechless and stun without compare.
He remembered a familiar stage, from not long ago,
When he desire upon the Christmas role.
His skeletons fingers, tapping by such confession,
Jack stood and sighed,
He came with a decision.
“I knew this day would come,
For I see in your eyes that you wanted it so,
To be the Spirit of Halloween is not an easy role,
Will you meet the condition to achieve such goal?”
Nightmare nodded, ferocious for sure,
She would give anything else to attain such leisure.
She stood with pride and a heart of gold,
For she would be bless by the skeleton’s hold.
With a promise to bear, she must make a swear,
Upon to Jack himself,
To be decent and fair.
Gathered around by Jack’s notable peers,
They watched in silent, with urging cheer.
As Jack would recite,
And would gladly suspect,
That Nightmare heart was fill with excite.
“By the words of darken void, I shall give you this title,
To bear the Spirit of Halloween and all such partial.
Arise, mare of the night, arise and be what you are,
For you are Nightmare Moon, the fright of midnight star."