Halloween Night

Goblins, ghouls, and monsters too, walk this night to terrify you. They creep, they crawl, leaving blood trails on the wall. Twisting, slithering, with bodies that are withering. Hungry for flesh, preferably young and fresh. So, lock the doors, turn out the lights and pull the bed covers up tight. Then pray you are not eaten alive, now that Halloween has arrived. That I have to post this upsets me: My poems are copyright. I am sharing my poems for you to read not for you to post willy-nilly to a website, in your newsletter or anywhere else with out my permission. I am available, leave me a message. Especially to those who change the name of my poem and not give proper credit. You should be ashamed!