Georg’s Halloween Bash

Wrathful winds scream through denuded trees
Ebon clouds threaten holocaust and doom
Spiteful raindrops stings like tiny stabs on skin
Hallowed moon won’t dispel shadows gloom

Vile unknown creatures lurk in stalking mode
Loitering graveyard cats hiss at things unseen
Costumed trick or treaters seek their own doors
This night not fit for even most brazened teen

On the hilltop sit’s the house of long lost dreams
You know the one that every town shirks clear
A place where only on the sunniest of mid-day
To knock on the door only the foolish would dare

Lights begin to flicker from the windows and the door
Midnight now inside the place comes alive once more
The Twisted Author's Band tune up their instruments
To break into a song with lyrics blood and gore

Werewolves, witches, vampires, ogres start to dance
The place comes alive and that’s no talk trash
The night again where all the poet ghosts come out
Happy Halloween to all at the AD Halloween Bash!