THE HALLOWEEN VISITATION, A Cocktale Story of Horror and Vodka

The HALLOWEEN VISITATION A Cocktale of Horror and Vodka By The Martini Diva
Once upon a late night dreary, as I sat most weak and weary, to sip some Crystal Head alone and rest my soul and ease my bones, there came a knocking at my door.
Knock, knock, knocking at that door, They kept on knocking evermore! I dragged my feet across the floor, (while under breath I softly swore.)
Upon my stoop were birds galore; at least a gang of ten or more! Raven black and swathed in gore, they whispered from their spectral corps,  "We cannot find a liquor store, would you share your vodka pour?"
Shocked was I, and very leery, Black birds begging booze? 'Twas eerie! So to these specters this I said,  "Be gone you crows, you spirits dread! You cannot have my Crystal Head! So do not beg, do not implore, I share this Vodka NEVERMORE!"
They took no heed, they would not stop! So at their heads an ax I chopped. Feathers flew and squawks arose,  it froze me right straight to my toes! When at last their cries grew still, I threw their corpses on the grill. Some lemon juice, some herbs, fine ground; my dinner soon began to brown. When they were done, most nicely roasted, With Crystal Head to them I toasted. ©2014 by TheMartiniDiva.Com
The RAVEN'S WING COCKTAIL
Thanks to Crystal Head Vodka and  BevMo for the inspiration.
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