Blood Orange
The blood orange moon hung low
the sky around an eerie orange.
Trees turned bronze in its light
and water the colour of marmalade.
A strange twilight night this Halloween
basted in hues of various orange streaks.
Tis easy this all saints night to believe
and even see the orange clad ghouls arise.
Skeletons walk in the gloom of candles
sparkling grins peering from pumpkins.
As witches fly across the moon cackling
leaving behind a trail of shooting stars.
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