Halloween
Hags with snaggled teeth and black hats of cone
Amidst the moldy graves that mark death's zone
Laugh a cackle that chills one to the bone.
Let the dead come forth and release their moan.
Only tortured souls venture to atone
While the living shrink from this sight alone.
Even strong men quiver as smells are blown
Endless from roaming corpses who must groan.
Nadine watches all as the ruling crone.
'Neath a moonless sky young children appear
Inviting strangers to treat or have fear
Goblins will never again look so dear
Hags with snaggled teeth are shocked as they hear,
"Trick or treat my friends, all Hallows are here."
10/18/2016
For contest Halloween
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