A Halloween Tale

It's Halloween night

And all the bones are clacking

There are witches on broomsticks

With loud evil cackling

Lots of riders on horseback

Without any heads

There are ghosts and the goblins

Hiding under kids beds.

Black cats are screeching

And the owls give a WHOOOOO

Red eyes without faces

Are all peering at you

The winds are moaning

The tree branches are bare

The bats are all flying

Getting caught in your hair

Vampires and mummies

Are all out for the night

Werewolves are howling

At the bright full-moon light

Bubbling cauldrons of potions

Are hidden from view

As their strong steamy stench

Turns to green sticky goo

Jack-o-lanterns are haunted

With the souls of the dead

They are hungry for humans

And they need to be fed

The banshees are screaming

In a loud high pitched tone

Grabbing at children

Who are walking alone

Trick-or-Treaters be mindful

Of this Halloween tale

And know if you go out

Your soul is for sale

For the ghouls and the monsters

Own the streets on this night

And stealing your breath

Is their source of delight

Sherry Gail Heim

October 13, 2015

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