Halloween At Midnight
When ere the clock strikes the midnight hour
on every Halloween
It’s best to be found behind locked doors
or prepare for what is seen
As this is the time ghosts walk about…
for most a frightening scene
If they catch you wandering the streets
they’re sure to make you scream
Witches make haste to form silhouettes
against the nights full moon
So please make sure your grandmother’s in
or else prepared for her swoon
Vampires are hiding in the alley ways
so be sure to stay away
One look into their piercing red eyes
you won’t want to run away
For now we’ll not speak of monsters
that lurk beneath the eaves
or of the ghouls and goblins haunting
in the shadows of trees
Speaking of the trees, let’s remember,
they too come alive this night
Be prepared for their limbs to grab you
and their roots to trip your flight
When you hear the wind start howling
above the barren trees
and the clouds are dark before the moon
blocking what you see
Lock the doors and bar the windows
for werewolves have join the fray
It’s but one time of year you see
that they are free to play
To each and every one of you haunts
have a ghastly, ghostly night
For but an hour you’re allowed each year
to scare and cause such fright.
So, Happy Halloween to the living and dead,
and to each, I now bid good-night
I think I’ll tuck myself into bed
and avoid all this harrowing plight
© Debra Squyres
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