Howling wind ; rain hard on tin. Night
of monsters and witches thin. Gates of
Halloween open wide to come in, into
the party. Happy Halloween.
But continues ,as far from the crowd, on
haunted hill a shrill ,shrieks out as a
creature stirs. Hands of talons push from
the ground and winged creature takes to the blackend
sky. Landed there in a meteor, it finally hatched and flew
to the planet it once knew. There continued its battle against
foe the mighty martians they now grow. Like mold on a rock
did spread and brought dread to the winged creatures. Their battle grows old in infamies fold.
Author notes
Written October 31st, 2005
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