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Leaves only yesterday festooned the wood,
They’re wind-ripped now and underfoot…
Pumpkins glow red down in Deep Hollow
Black bats fly low over the fallow…
In darkness dark cats are glaring so hot,
At wanderers who should be out not…
Spiders and webs clutter the heads,
Of snoopers suddenly caught up in dread…
Then spirits rise to haunt the night,
Raising hackles; But what to fight?
Imagination's skulls and reapers,
Invite dark fears about a creeper…
Witches on brooms
have left their rooms,
Of shadow and gloom
to fly over still tombs,
Across silvery moons
on this night of chill doom:
Poor Ellie and Amy
faint away in a swoon!
Happy Hallowe’en!
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