Shadows dancing upon the wall,
in the cold misty moon lit night,
spooky figures standing ever tall,
created an eerie, Halloween sight.
The rustling noise of the leaves,
combined with the howling sound,
muffling the echo of distant pleads,
ghostly spirits lurking, so
profound.
The moonlight shining across the
sky,
piercing the depths of the night’s
dark,
could it be that someone will soon
die,
as the spirits dance, leaving their
mark.
These moments spent in sheer terror,
unknowns, compounds the mind’s
fears.
death often brings it’s own
pallbearers,
as silent cries bring mournful wet
tears.
Upon the lonely eve of the hallow,
night of torment for the living
dead,
shaking, too scared to even swallow,
you lie there still, alone, in your
bed.