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It’s all Hallows’ Eve

And it’s the night when we call come out

as ghosts and ghouls.

I hear hollow sounds – these footsteps follow me

Menacingly. Help!

The velvet night closes in on me,

but the shiny cheese-like moon lights up my path,

The moon is my star, guiding me along the path.

And its perfect roundness

Its beautiful symmetry

I stop for a moment because I hear these unwelcome sounds,

I feel fear inside me,

the ghosts and ghouls.

The spooky apparitions swirling around, ethereal, in the sky -

They are invisible to me. They live in my mind.

Pumpkins with eyes neatly cut out,

Their stare is unwelcome and eerie. This gaze disturbs me.

A cobweb rubs over my face,

I look around, and I sense more footsteps,

My heart beats and the cold envelops me.

I finally arrive at the party,

And I pop the champagne cork ,

for a happy Hallowe’en.