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All the Best Tunesby Jonathan Pinnock
What’s that music, mother,
that I hear on this moonlit night?
It’s the screams of fright
at a vampire’s bite,
whose fangs shine bright
in the dread twilight.
That’s the music, child.What’s that music, mother,
with its dark, mysterious tones?
It’s the creaks and groans
of a zombie’s bones
and the tortured moans
of a thousand crones.
That’s the music, child.What’s that music, mother,
like the screech of a tortured owl?
It’s a werewolf’s howl
from his blood-soaked jowels,
a sound so foul
that it chills your bowels.
That’s the music, child.What’s that music, mother,
That holds me in its spell?
It’s the toll of the bell
that calls you to hell –
yes, you, your brother
and your father as well.
That’s the music, child.
© Pinnock, 2009
Jonathan Pinnock is married with two children, several cats, and a 1961 Ami Continental jukebox. His fiction has been widely published and has won several prizes. He doesn't know a lot about poetry, but he seems to have had a few pieces published recently at places like Ink, Sweat and Tears and Every Day Poets, and he's even made it onto a couple of competition shortlists. His unimaginatively-titled yet moderately interesting website can be found at www.jonathanpinnock.com.