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Poem: Halloween

Writing

Halloween

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.