For Nothing
Bizarre the moves of scary fest,
Creepy moon glow in harvest fields;
Halloween comes with trick or treat,
The crazy stir of magic laughter;
Strange happenings that loiter here,
Parade of ghouls that fester seed;
Mimes of a kind in show and spell,
Moody the fling of hurl and swirl;
The motley bunch of costumes ply,
Cult of old fest in pagan rites;
Grip of lost trips from mystic woes,
Troubles erupt to pickle groans;
Purge of a dirge in lasting urge,
Forestalls a reach in fiery flames.
Leon Enriquez
29 October 2015
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015
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