A Halloween Sonnet
When the wind in the Hollow begins to cry
And the rustling leaves begin to fly
When black ink seeps into an autumn sky
As the man in the moon begins to rise
When pumpkins turn evil and bare their teeth
And sit on your doorstep waiting to eat
The hobblin, goblins, passing down the street
As the dead in the graveyard slowly creep
When a cackle, crackles into the night
When bats and witches on broomsticks take flight
When you find yourself trembling, filled with fright
Lost in the chill, thrill of a scary sight
As you run door-to-door for trick or treat
On a night when no one, will dare to sleep.
Everything Halloween
September 1st, 2013
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2013
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