Halloween
A Pitch black scratched night full of grays, alone in a hut
Far away from the sun. A night of pure terror surrounded by
Whispering voices and all l could notice a pair of dizziness smoke
With opposite meanings.
Fiery shivering sweating like l am standing
In the middle of a thunderstorm rainfall holding a piece of a very dried wood.
Gust increased my fear, the action begins. An empty house nowhere to hide
Haunted house, scary movements scarecrow in the backyard
Sounds of opening graves Ghosts and brooms flying which evil witches
Ride when looking for fresh bloody like mine.
L saw bloody pallid long hands trying to reach me, even a voice to scream none
L could produce a mirror of a broken piano, a single press collapse to no existence.
Big eyes of red, big two ivory like horns Ghost’s goblin devil easy description.
At almost being touched fainted collapsed l don’t know Enchanting and scary scene
a full bag make me brag and long for next Halloween.
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