Halloween

 

Abandoned house of cobwebs

Haunted and old.

Walk past,

Quicken your pace

In the dead of the night

 

What happened here?

Who can tell?

 

Sighs embrace the unwary

And whisper dread secrets

 

Once every year

A glow appears

Behind broken windows

 

Wispy forms glimmer

In the moonlight

And invite you to dance

The black cockerel sings

And the black fiddler plays

Will you last the night?

 

 

© HMH, 2018

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