Cauldron Boils
The cauldron boils with the witch’s brew
Ghosts prowl the darkness fearlessly
Jack-O-Lanterns lit, shining through
The cauldron boils with the witch’s brew
Black cats walk the streets like they do
Halloween holds these completely
The cauldron boils with the witch’s brew
Ghosts prowl the darkness fearlessly
Russell Sivey
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