The time has come
For the hand of night
To grasp my breath
And give me fright
Now off it goes
To wave them out
By forest and grave
A beckoning shout
Was that a ghost
That I just saw?
Pass by my side
right through straw!
The dreadful yet
Makes me ponder
It’s crazy hour
No longer yonder
I rush home faster
My bag forgotten
Trick-Or-Treating
has turned rotten
Dark shadows leap
And headstones shift
No reason to stop
To watch them lift
I halt in terror
As right before me
A half toothless face
Rose with glee
I keep on the run
To the left and right
Trying to avoid
Zombies in flight
Decaying fingers
Just miss my cloak
Then take my bag
Like it’s all a joke
A witch flys by
On an old broom
Whispering a tale
Of impending doom
I just make it home
And through the door
When I wake up
On my bedroom floor
I laughed at myself
That surreal between
Had been a dream
A hit~from Halloween

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