Halloween: a Fragment
One winter weary dreaming
they chance upon my door
several ghastly ghouls
screaming for some more
insistently they went on tapping
rapping at my door
Quietly creeping silently weeping
crept I to the chamber door
standing indecisive
with I my hand upon the door
heart beating memory fleeting
flung I open the door
T'was Halloween
this and nothing more
Copyright © Liet Rassillon | Year Posted 2015
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