Halloween comes once a year;
Children run for fun in fear.
It's a celebration for witches;
Spells cast on treats taste delicious.
On crystal clear or stormy nights;
Q1e might see a bat in flight.
Fallen leaves of autumn's breeze;
Whisper chants of forgotten trees;
Honey bees are sleeping in their nest;
While flies are roaming, being pests-
If you truly know God's only begotten son;
Halloween could be a lot of fun.
Copyright © elijah zmuda | Year Posted 2018
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