All Hallow's Eve
Halloween.
Even with the pumpkins of fire,
it is a spookish night.
Masks,
camouflage true
identitys.
A masquerade
of sorts.
Enchantresses
in
barely there
costumes.
Myths,
with
elaborate witches,
hiding
behind
voodoo
told
with such conviction.
Youth
obsessed with
sugarcoated candys.
All set
in the limelight
ironically
it all takes place
amongst
the onyx night.
Shadows
stealing time
as they glance,
inspecting them
for vampires.
The time lapsing
is a refreshing
break
for those who
are haunted
everyday.
Copyright © Robin Miller | Year Posted 2007
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