Locked in the frost,
Halloween seems like a gatepost,
Fantasies turn into a permafrost,
Pumpkins next to the doorpost,
Vampires at the rearmost,
Ghosts at the bedpost,
Wolves at the aftmost,
Midnight clocking the midmost...
Sunrise cleansing the defrost.
Copyright © Alshaad Kara | Year Posted 2021
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