Halloween Fear
It was getting dark and tension is rising
pumpkins alight with eerie smiles gaping.
Flames of orange and red flickering dancing
children ready to go trick or treating.
Shadows that take on new sinister meaning
depicting a witch on her broom flying.
Cauldrons full of evil brew bubbling
eyeballs in green purple slime floating.
The woods full of weird voices screaming
not a night to be alone out adventuring.
Fear is rife and danger is us menacing
according to legend souls ripe for taking.
Yet; hush, what is it that is happening?
making our blood curdle, leaving one trembling?
The simple answer is imagination and nothing
But each year the rumours continue growing.
Fed by stories and tales of horror never ending
some maybe based in fact most leave one searching.
This time next year again we will be quivering
victims of fear unseen from which we run panicing.
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