Halloween Anthology

Trouble, trouble stirs the wind ghastly ghosts rise and ascend warty toads croak vile spells are spoke witches’ covens evil intend Burbling, gurgling cauldron hot with purple vein, red blood clot virgins hopeful eyes fear and dread belies throw them in and stir the pot Screeching, screaming banshee songs garish ghouls with pointy prongs mulish mummies reeking rummies to evil spirits the night belongs Trembling, tremoring witches fear townsfolk are coming too near sticks and stones fire bemoans the end becoming too clear Freaking, shrieking their cry drums slicing the air with its thrums unwilling to face they cut to the chase quickly flee to save their bums