Gothic Nights

Gothic Nights

by Ron DiBerto

All dressed in black from head to toe, Swaying to music, the figures flow.

With fangs and contacts all in place, Full length leather, boots and lace.

Appearing like a Vampire crew, You know that soon our time is due.

They all come together from all walks of life. To forget all the stress, the troubles and strife.

With family and friends we all go to town, Waiting to have fun when the sun goes down.

We all know the faces, the sounds and sights, As we enjoy our time during the Gothic Nights.

Ron DiBerto (2005)

Late Night TV

Late Night TV

by Ron DiBerto

Werewolves howl throughout the night, Vampires flee mornings light.

Slinking ghouls crawl past a moat, A rotting corpse begins to bloat.

Witches cackle then cast a spell, As demons rise from out of hell.

Shadows move past pools of red, As graves move from waking dead.

Creatures, monsters and ghosts arise, All of different shapes and size.

All these things are always seen, On TV late on Halloween.

DiBerto wrote this poem in 2005. His inspiration for this poem was the “Midnight TV” shown on television when he was a kid. He credits those film classics on keeping “our imaginations going as well as having a blanket over our eyes from time to time.”

“We would sleep afterwards and have those late night nightmares, screaming for mom to take away the boogeyman and soothe our fears. In some ways, I miss those days. My mom does not.”

Unknown Savior

                    Unknown Savior

                                                        by Ron DiBerto

Through blackened night and fog filled moors, souls flee to light and lock their doors.

They hide amongst their relics of faith, while outside lurks a hungry wraith.

It moves among the well-lit homes, searching for blood that doth roams.

It claws the doors as an angry beast, hoping to have an overdue feast.

When into the night it sees a shape, a shadow does move with a cape.

It lunges with its teeth all bared, eyes open wide as it stared.

And as it reached its unknown prey, a flash of steel would end this fray.

The creature lies as still as the dead, next to the form of its severed head.

Wiping his blade as he looks at this sight, and without a sound he walks into the night.

The legends have been told since that day, of an unknown savior that made his way.

To a fear filled town afraid of the night, to have a chance again to see the light.

Here is NEHW member DiBerto’s inspiration behind “Unknown Savior,” which he wrote in 2006.

“I wrote this after I stayed awake for over 36 hours because of a major case of insomnia. No matter what I tried to help me sleep, it never worked. That is until I sat down and wrote this [poem] out on a pad of paper. I guess that in some way I had to get [it] … out of my system. Because it was not even ten minutes after I put down the pen that I crashed into my pillow and slept like I have never slept before.”