The October air is cool and crisp.
Leaves rattle like iron shackles on the boney limbs of trees,
the autumn night is clear
starts twinkle mischievously at the crescent moon.
A sound of a witches cackle,
the shrill screams of children.
Murmurs of brews and potions,
bottles of blood, brains, and eyeballs,
slithering fog, black cats and thick spider webs.
Pumpkins from their faces of fire, macabre laughing and smiling
The dim lighting of sporadically placed street lamps.
Dark persons move from shadow to shadow
a faint rustle of cape or
a shake of candy-filled buckets, bags, and pillowcases
Ghouls, goblins, vampires, witches, werewolves
all manner of things created of nightmares
roam the darkness,
skulking
and searching to fill their unquenchable thirst of sweets
whose scents linger in the air as faint as perfume.
Leaves rattle like iron shackles on the boney limbs of trees,
the autumn night is clear
starts twinkle mischievously at the crescent moon.
A sound of a witches cackle,
the shrill screams of children.
Murmurs of brews and potions,
bottles of blood, brains, and eyeballs,
slithering fog, black cats and thick spider webs.
Pumpkins from their faces of fire, macabre laughing and smiling
The dim lighting of sporadically placed street lamps.
Dark persons move from shadow to shadow
a faint rustle of cape or
a shake of candy-filled buckets, bags, and pillowcases
Ghouls, goblins, vampires, witches, werewolves
all manner of things created of nightmares
roam the darkness,
skulking
and searching to fill their unquenchable thirst of sweets
whose scents linger in the air as faint as perfume.
