Hallowe’en
As black as pitch, the
shadow of a witch
Riding her broom across
the full moon
A cold wind’s kiss, a
black cat’s hiss
Foretelling of doom that’s
to come soon
Bats fill night skies as
the vampires rise
Feeling a great thirst;
it’s October thirty-first
In the darkest gloom the
mummy wakes in his tomb
To those who are cursed he
will soon do his worst
The werewolves howl and
the monsters growl
Dark shadows teem as
ghosts and ghouls scream
Pull shut the curtain,
feeling doom is certain
But, as in a dream, this
is not what it may seem
Jack-O-Lantern candles
burn
Casting bright their
shapes of light
Wee goblins go wand’ring
to and fro
Bringing fright unto this
night
Before each door, the call
of yore
As they repeat ”Trick or treat!”
Mischief’s in store should
you ignore
Bogeys petite asking
sweets to eat
One may partake of a savory
soul cake
Or small loaf of bread to
honor the dead
Just do not ask who’s
behind the mask
Names full of dread are
best left unsaid
Soon those wee haunts will
finish their taunts
They don’t really mean to
cause such a scene
But that’s just the way of
this dark holiday
And this really has been one
grand Hallowe’en
That sums up Halloween so well.
ReplyDeleteLove your poem. It really was a good Halloween. Will you countdown to Thanksgiving?
ReplyDeleteI'm supposed to be doing NaNoWriMo, so I think I'll be too busy.
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