The
veil between worlds grows thinnest tonight
The
full moon climbs up to the highest height
Flooding
the night with the eeriest light
It’s time
to perform a most ancient rite
Donning
our costumes so dark or so bright
Dressed-up
like monsters that growl but not bite
Calling
out “Trick-or-treat!” with such delight
Giving the
neighbors such an awful fright
Shutting
their doors as we drift out of sight
That was delightful! Happy Halloween Mr. Poet.
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