The leaves on brannches
Have gental sway
That bend and wind
To reveal a gloomy day
The overturned clouds
Show rain and musk
But leaves the air
As the sky turns dusk
The moon shows shallow
And brightens the night
Adding a brief
Shock of fright
The breeze that blows
And slithers away
Ventures deep
Till night turns day
The morning crisp
The shadows linger
Revealing the utter,
Halloween danger.
