Halloween Night
This Hallow's eve I sat in wait,
no trick nor treaters came near gate.
To rest I turn in for the night,
I turn down bed and turn off light.
As still as dead I lay in bed,
with my covers pulled over head.
This wicked thought that frightens me,
a gravely image I can't see.
Now a sound on window pane,
to make it stop I pray in vain.
I am almost sure it's the wind,
not a spirit with plans so grim.
Then came knock at my front door,
I grabbed my gun, I crossed the floor.
I opened door with just a crack
and there stood ghost with paper sack.
So relieved was I to see him there,
The Reaper left with all and some to spare.
10/16/18
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