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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Elegant in burnt orange afterglow, sparkling starlight opens the show. Neighbors and strangers appear all aroun’, porch lights and car lights enlighten the town. They arrive afoot and atop handlebars. Tots wave from strollers like famed movie stars. Mothers bellowing orders to stay in sight, transgressors will rue being naughty tonight. Flickering lights and untied laces nudge fidgety feet through their paces. Masquerade masks make eager accomplices’ too impish eyes and mischievous faces. Scowling Jack-O-Lanterns carved in creepy effigies prove impotent charms to appease candied fantasies. Festooned arches adorned in orange and black, ornate ornaments to win the neighborhood plaque. Into the gauntlet of terror they swarm; dressed to play in pillaging uniform. Tree and flower tremble and quiver; Bumped and trampled in their fervor. Werewolves wailing through grimacing grins herald a night of howling hymns. Ghostly spirits from the bowels of earth, hang from gallows, grinning in ghoulish mirth. Silken chains embracing all who stray, beckons the widow to her frightened prey. Garnished by cackling cries of certain demise, steaming cauldrons poach their pitiful prize. Spades of woe shadow souls who rashly ignore, ominous omens attached to windows and doors. Like tocks from a clock they continue to arrive, will the morrow find anyone left still alive? Hostiles charitably looting town, sacks of booty slowing them down. Toting bags of looted plunder, looming hordes scatter asunder. Pass me by, to my neighbor grace his stage, assuage with him your gluttonous rage. Rapacious hands swaying in ritual dance, exuberance untethered in blitzing advance. Eyeing my castle the rioting rabble rush in, guarded only by growlin’ dog an’ smilin’ pumpkin. Upon my stoop they brazenly climb, my breath on hold, I hear the chime. My time I fear is near at hand, my blood or treasure they demand. Hunkered down and hidden from sight, no mercy presented for my plight. With sweaty palms and pounding heart, please Lord I pray, make them depart. For a shot of strong “Spirits” I silently scream, ‘cause I forgot the candy on this Halloween!
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