Didn’t you hear the scream?
It’s half past 9 or is it 9.15?
I need to wake up from this nightmarish dream.
Plump pumpkin’s are carved,
Their flesh scooped from their core.
Night has fallen upon us,
Yet it’s only half past 4.
A tar-like black shrouds the moon in mystery.
Is it a night full of tricks and treats?
Or a night full of misery?
Mini skeletons and pirates play in the gardens,
Meanwhile the adults keep their skeletons in closets.
Dare to dance with the Devil? I ask myself.
Why yes I would.
So I dance alone and in step.
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