Darkness seeps from our very pores
as we step into the night.
We cheer for our sweet Halloween
and dodge the street lamp's light.
We move with grace like writhing wraiths,
we dance among the ghouls.
We stand out in the coldest rain,
the neighbors think we're fools.
We dress up like a witch or queen,
and go from door to door.
We beg them for their candy,
and then we ask for more.
Before the clock has struck midnight,
we find an abandoned house.
We sneak through the dusty halls,
all as quiet as a mouse.
And once we find old furniture,
we plop down on the seats.
We break into our ounce of pot
and delve into our treats.
Before the witching hour
we part ways and make it home.
We say goodbye to Halloween,
the day when the dead roam.
What do you think?
Comments
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oo i like it you did a great job it flows great, you always save the sweetest treat for last lol
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He He He!!!! Creeeeeepy...My best friend and I used to sit out in the wrecked 1959 Chevy in our little garage. We called it the "Fin-Bomb" We used to get sooooo wasted out there....lol...
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LOL. Fishbowling huh? That's what we call it here anyway. Roll up the windows and light the smoke.
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