Halloween
Halloween is the time of the witches,
Of the zombies and demons galore.
On the brooms to the ball of their wishes,
To the Bold Hill they fly and gallop.
There the moon will be hidden by clouds,
There the howls and the screams will reside.
All of us want to be there, no doubts.
And for that we will swap paradise!
Copyright © Lana Cole | Year Posted 2018
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