The Darkening Shadows

As I came across a contest to send in a haiku themed around sixties cult gothic soap opera 'Dark Shadows', I set myself immediately up to the task and wrought a threesome of haikus.

While used to write poems - in English, which is not my native language, which is Dutch - haikus demand a trifle more concentration and effort from me, and I am not sure whether I get the count of syllables correctly, as the way my Flemish ear hears and interprets them from spoken, might be entirely different to whom is English is his or her mothertongue. 

The fey and rain-soaked atmosphere outside the kitchen window at this moment (I live in Scotland, my adopted new homestead) served my purpose and colours the mood found in these haikus which I had offered for the prize draw. The first one is serviceable but probably off the mark regarding the requirements of a haiku (a pseudo-haiku so-to-say), but all three together are now crafted anyway into a full-bodied poem of my own whimsical interest. It remains for now untitled and unedited and loosely connected like impressions of a particular mood.

Here we go:

the autumnal haar stirs slowly night's venom,
indolent shadows cohort prying fangs.
Barnabas snaps the smiling flower into tearful oblivion.

Spawn of jealous blood;
whither inures your wrath,
oh, you stolid fiend!

Seasonal limbo -
buried secrets ferment here
your awakening.